Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 126

She had barely walked a few steps when suddenly, someone grabbed her hand from behind.

Startled, Effie spun around to find Mitchell's shadowed, unreadable face staring back at her.

Her brow furrowed slightly before she yanked her hand free with a sharp, determined motion.

"What do you want?"

It was the first time Mitchell had ever seen Effie's face so close, and he was struck by how delicate her features were, her porcelain skin making her look even more striking. But it was her eyes that caught him off guard-a clarity and resolve in them, like stars shining with unwavering light.

Mitchell froze for a moment, then caught himself, his voice softer than before. "Effie, there's no need to be so hostile toward me."

Effie fixed him with a cold, distant stare. "Mr. Lloyd, I don't think there's anything left for us to talk about. If that's all, I'll be on my way."

She turned to leave, but Mitchell stepped in front of her again, blocking her path.

His voice was low, tinged with urgency. “Effie, I just don't want you to do something reckless out of spite. Lyman-guys like him aren't serious about anyone. He's surrounded by women, and you're only setting yourself up for heartbreak."

with a hint of mockery in her eyes. "Mitchell, don't you think you're being a little presumptuous? As for Lyman, I know exactly what kind of man he is better than you do. At least he's never pretended to care about me while still stringing along someone else. Unlike you, who talks about love but can't seem

fell, words catching in his throat. For a moment,

away, Suzan watched everything

when she suddenly remembered Mitchell was here-and that Effie might

with unease, praying

the venue, she finally found them on the

expression darkened, her eyes flashing

don't even think about taking what's mine. Mitchell belongs to me-no

lips together, she whipped out her phone and quickly snapped a few photos of Mitchell and Effie, their confrontation

brought

effort to

me, he just has to drag me into some tirade

was. So far, things between them had been easy, pleasant-no

take a hard

What a mess.

in a good mood earlier,