Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 226

Ecstatic. Absolutely over the moon.

Lyman had never experienced such a wild swing of emotions in so short a time— his heart soared and plummeted like he was on a roller coaster, equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

"Honey, give me a kiss."

He blinked in surprise; Effie had never been this forward before.

But they were still in the car, and their driver was right up front.

The driver stiffened under Lyman's gaze, wishing, not for the first time, that he could simply disappear into thin air.

Mr. Etheridge, if you so much as say a word, I swear I'll gouge my own eyes out.

"Keep your eyes on the road," Lyman said, his voice low and commanding, carrying an authority that brooked no argument.

"Yes, sir. You have my word-I won't look back," the driver replied, swallowing hard, tension radiating from his posture.

Lyman was already leaning in,

he reached for her, Effie,

managed to keep his composure, but inside, his

Effie was still in a deep, untroubled sleep— completely oblivious, dead

clothes, but the moment his fingers brushed her shirt buttons and accidentally skimmed her skin-a jolt shot up his arm. It was like an electric current, tingling and sharp, making his

sudden, almost painful tightness

out and totally

help

retreated to the bathroom for a cold shower, desperately

would have thought the day would come when he'd have a beautiful woman in his arms and

sharp gasp. Her head felt like a battleground, as if a dozen tiny people were

on earth happened last

beside her. She turned, instantly on guard, only to come face-to-face with Lyman's outrageously

And her husband wasn't just any man; he was the kind

moment, though, her stunning husband was gazing at

she done something