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.

her come back, his expression softened a little. He leaned closer

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

in her smile, but given the company, he let it go. He simply gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Tired? Do you want to

fine. Mrs. Smith is still here-I'll stay

Smith returned as well, cheeks flushed, his eyes unfocused. He was clearly even drunker than before. He sat down, but kept casting

truth, Mr. Smith was feeling anxious. He worried Effie might tell Lyman what had happened earlier. He had looked forward to this business partnership for

that this woman belonged to Lyman, and that he

"Mr. Smith, let's discuss the partnership details tomorrow. I

Smith froze, but quickly forced a smile. "Yes, of course.

stood up, eager to smooth things over.

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

dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Smith retired to

hand, and together they strolled

the

you alright?" Lyman asked

shook her head. "Not at all. Mrs. Smith is lovely-we