Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 212

"Give me your hand," Lyman said, reaching out to Effie. One hand gripped the reins tightly, while the other stretched toward her.

Effie hesitated, her jaw set with determination. "I'm fine," she replied, refusing his help.

She tried again to mount the horse, pouring every ounce of strength into the effort, and finally managed to haul herself into the saddle.

With her legs clamped tight and hands gripping the reins, she leaned forward, hugging the horse's neck. She pressed her face close to its ear and whispered softly, as if sharing a secret.

Then, gathering herself, she straightened up and urged the horse forward. They burst into a gallop, wind whipping past, and within moments she'd caught up to Suzan then overtook her, winning the race.

Only after Effie's victory did Lyman ride over, stopping his horse beside Effie and Suzan.

Randell and Vinson Elliott arrived just moments later.

As soon as Effie dismounted, a figure shot toward her-Shirley-who flung her arms around Effie and hung on tight, sobbing loudly. "Effie, you scared me half to death! I thought... Oh, thank God you're okay, I was so worried!"

at Lyman, clearly wanting to show concern for Effie, but his innocent expression seemed to

unreadable, his eyes fixed on Effie's

that's enough now. See? I'm fine," Effie said, ruffling Shirley's hair as if soothing a startled

if Lyman had been the one to hug Effie and get that close, would he be beaming with happiness

there was no "what

turning to Randell after calming Shirley. "You'll keep your promise and

the question, so flustered that he almost

felt a sharp

his head, meeting Lyman's dark, penetrating eyes—and felt his

Lyman, I swear, I didn't mean for any of

her horse, yet she wouldn't give up. All for the chance

could crawl

other. Not that it mattered to her. Even if she'd known they were friends, she wouldn't have used Lyman's connections to get to Randell-she wanted to win this deal

had other priorities right