Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 138

"My apologies, I really am sorry. I got a bit carried away with the good mood and the drinks tonight. Really, I apologize," Mr. Smith stammered, awkward and

contrite.

“I hope there won't be a next time. I'm quite particular about those things, so I hope you'll understand," Effie replied coolly.

With that, she didn't give Mr. Smith another chance to speak. She turned and strode away, not looking back.

Mr. Smith watched her retreating figure, a brooding look flickering in his eyes.

Effie felt utterly disgusted.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her hand was filthy. The moment Mr. Smith had reached out to grab her, she'd felt goosebumps race up her arms.

She dug a pack of wet wipes from her purse and scrubbed her hands, trying to wash away the sensation.

When she returned to the dining room, Lyman was waiting, his brow faintly furrowed, gaze fixed on the doorway. He was clearly looking for her.

a little. He leaned closer and

the dinner table, so she just smiled and replied, "I just needed a breath of fresh air in the

the forced brightness in her smile, but given the company, he let it go. He simply gave her hand a gentle

her head. "I'm fine. Mrs. Smith is

Smith returned as well, cheeks flushed, his eyes unfocused. He was clearly even drunker than before. He sat down, but kept casting sidelong glances at Effie-his stare was

might tell Lyman what had happened earlier. He had looked forward to this business partnership for a long

that this woman belonged to Lyman, and that he

knuckles lightly on the table, his tone perfectly neutral. "Mr.

smile. "Yes, of course.

to smooth things over. "Thank you both for hosting us tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Etheridge.

couldn't help but wonder if Mrs. Smith knew what kind

and Mrs. Smith retired

together they strolled along the

night was calm, the

Are you alright?" Lyman asked

attentiveness. She shook her head. "Not at all.