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.

grew more agitated after Effie hung

Was it possible she

of drinks, determined to drown himself in whiskey until

count, but every time her name flashed on his phone, Mitchell hit decline without a second thought. He'd finally

So he kept drinking.

woman strutted over-her dress short, heels sky-high, and lips painted a striking scarlet. Without hesitation, she slid onto

the smoke curling lazily as

voice languid as she nudged a glass of amber

almost hypnotic-her features 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 toast?" he

“Oh, there's

in designer labels,

senses. For a moment, Mitchell imagined he was holding Effie again,

your name?" he asked, his voice rough, fingers tracing the bare skin

his lips, her nails teasing down his throat. "So... how do you want

tossed back the drink in one gulp, feeling the burn all the