Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 137

As evening settled in, the group gathered for dinner at the resort hotel. Laughter and lively conversation filled the air; everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Lyman was especially attentive to Effie. Even while chatting with Mr. Smith, he kept an eye on her, making sure her plate was never empty. Whenever Effie reached for the fish, Lyman would carefully remove the bones for her.

His thoughtful gestures warmed Effie's heart. She turned her head slightly, giving him a gentle smile. "Thank you," she whispered.

Mrs. Smith, watching the exchange, grinned and teased, “Mr. Etheridge, you're spoiling your wife! It's really quite enviable."

Mr. Smith nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Mr. Etheridge, you're young, successful, and blessed with a wonderful family. You really are living the dream.”

Lyman smiled calmly, though his gaze never left Effie. "I am," he said, "I'm very fortunate."

blushed and lowered her head, hiding behind a sip

in conversation-discussing business, policies, and future plans. Both men clearly knew their stuff. Effie hadn't

of their own. With the two men deep in discussion, Effie found herself growing bored. After a

her way back, she noticed a small courtyard just beyond the corridor. Wanting some fresh

his feet, likely from one too many drinks, and seemed liable to

hesitated. It didn't feel quite right to

almost immediately, his gaze fixed intently on her. "Mrs. Etheridge! What a coincidence, stepping out for

nodded politely. "Yes, I was

in Mr. Smith's eyes unsettled her. She couldn't put her finger on it,

Maybe she

brief smile

suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand. "Mrs. Etheridge, what perfume are you wearing? It's absolutely