Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 155

Effie let Lyman lead her out of the hotel, her hand tucked safely in his. The night air was cool, brushing against her skin and making her shiver. She couldn't help but ask, “Weren't you in the middle of a business dinner? What are you doing here? Did you finish up already?"

Lyman glanced sideways at her, his eyes dark and fathomless. “If I didn't come now, my wife might have been whisked away by someone else."

Effie blinked in surprise, then couldn't help but laugh. "Are you actually jealous?" He didn't hesitate. "Yeah. Jealous as hell."

A warmth blossomed in her chest. Smiling, she slipped her arm through his. "Relax. No one could steal me away."

He chuckled, lowering his head to murmur in her ear, voice teasing and low. "You'll just have to prove that to me when we get home."

Effie's cheeks flamed. She gave him a gentle punch. "You're impossible!"

As soon as they stepped into the house, Lyman pulled her into a fierce embrace, holding her so tightly Effie could barely breathe.

His voice was rough at her ear, his breath hot as it swept across her skin. Every inch of her broke out in goosebumps.

chance to prove it. I'm

he was gripped by a sharp sense of

me first," Effie protested, her voice soft and

you tell me who was that man? One of your

just a classmate," Effie explained, sighing at

neck, his voice muffled. "Mrs. Etheridge, I'll believe whatever you say. Just

swear." Effie was exasperated.

his hands locked around her waist, refusing

he look

cupped his face in her hands. "Mr. Etheridge, listen to me-Granger was just a friend from college, nothing more. And besides..." A sly glint flashed in her eyes. "Nita

a little petulant. "Doesn't matter. I don't want him getting that close to you

out laughing. "Mr. Etheridge, is that an

darkened. Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms.

shrieked, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

his voice low and dangerous. "Didn't you say you'd prove