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.

meanwhile, grew more agitated after Effie hung

Was it

made his chest tighten. He immediately waved for another round of drinks, determined to drown himself in whiskey until the world spun out of

time her name flashed on his phone, Mitchell hit decline without a second thought. He'd finally managed to escape the house—he wasn't about to let anyone rein

So he kept drinking.

over-her dress short, heels sky-high, and lips painted a striking scarlet. Without hesitation,

smoke curling lazily as her

no fun," she drawled, her voice languid as she nudged a glass of amber whiskey toward him.

features sharp, alluring. For a split second, Mitchell could've sworn she resembled Effie, and a flicker of interest lit up inside

her into his

her lips brushing his ear. “Oh, there's more

designer labels, ordering

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

he asked, his voice rough, fingers tracing the bare

pressing the glass to his lips, her nails teasing down his throat. "So... how do you want to play

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