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.

little. He leaned closer and asked quietly, "What took

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

up on the forced brightness in her smile, but given the company, he let it go. He simply gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Tired?

Smith is still here-I'll stay

was clearly even drunker than before. He sat down, but

Effie might tell Lyman what had happened earlier. He had looked forward to this business

belonged to Lyman, and that he might

table, his tone perfectly neutral. "Mr. Smith, let's discuss the partnership details tomorrow. I think

quickly forced a smile. "Yes, of course. You're right, Mr. Etheridge. We should

over.

at Mrs. Smith, her heart softening with sympathy. She couldn't help but wonder if Mrs.

Mrs. Smith

and together they strolled along the resort's lakeside

calm, the breeze rippling the

today tiring? Are you alright?" Lyman asked

"Not at all. Mrs.