Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 175

Lyman was more than satisfied with that answer.

It seemed that person was no threat to him whatsoever.

At first, Lyman had harbored a few worries—after all, there were years of history between them. He'd even been ready to fight tooth and nail for Effie if it came to that.

But now, with this unexpected turn, he found himself rather pleased.

"Well, if they're not important, there's no need to waste energy on them. We have far more pressing matters to attend to." With that, Lyman swept Effie into his

arms.

Effie squeaked in surprise, instinctively looping her arms around his neck.

Lyman strode toward the king-sized bed, a playful smile curving his lips. His fingertips traced a feather-light path along her slender waist, making Effie shiver in anticipation.

The temperature in the room seemed to rise with every step.

agitated after Effie hung

it—she wouldn't even take his calls anymore. Was it possible she felt nothing

chest tighten. He immediately waved for another round of drinks, determined to

more times than he could count, but every time her name flashed on his phone, Mitchell hit decline without a second thought. He'd

So he kept drinking.

lips painted a striking scarlet. Without hesitation, she slid onto the barstool beside

dangled between her fingers, the smoke curling lazily as her sultry

languid as she

sharp, alluring. For a split second, Mitchell could've sworn she resembled Effie, and a flicker of

reached for her, pulling her into his arms. "Just a

lips brushing his ear. “Oh, there's more than that. I'm all

been watching him for a while now-he was dressed head-to-toe in designer labels, ordering

warm breath clouding his senses. For a moment, Mitchell imagined he was

asked, his voice rough, fingers tracing the

nails teasing down his throat.

the drink in one gulp,