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."

words, blushed and lowered her head, hiding

policies, and future plans. Both men clearly knew their stuff. Effie hadn't been following the conversation closely, but even so, she couldn't help but marvel at how knowledgeable Lyman was. Mr. Smith, too,

really are in a league of their own. With the two men deep in

corridor. Wanting some fresh air, she wandered over, letting the night breeze clear

feet, likely from one too many

hesitated. It didn't feel quite right to approach—after all, there were boundaries

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

nodded politely. "Yes, I was just about to head

eyes unsettled her. She couldn't put her finger

made her skin crawl. Maybe

brief smile and started

by, Mr. Smith suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand. "Mrs. Etheridge,