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.

softened a little. He leaned

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

in her smile, but given the company, he let it go. He simply

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

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 unsettling, almost

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 a long

Lyman, and that he might somehow win

rapped his knuckles lightly on the table, his tone perfectly neutral. "Mr. Smith, let's discuss

of course. You're right, Mr. Etheridge. We

off as well. She stood up, eager to smooth things over. "Thank

sympathy. She couldn't help but wonder if

dinner, Mr. and Mrs.

Effie's hand, and together they strolled

calm, the breeze

you alright?" Lyman asked

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