Chapter 227

"Cut back on those pointless TV shows, will you? They're turning your brain to mush. Do you really think you can give someone medicine mouth-to-mouth? A straw would make way more sense." Lyman reached out and gave Effie's forehead a gentle flick.

"Ow," Effie yelped, pressing a hand to her forehead.

"Did that hurt?" he asked, looking concerned.

He hadn't used much force-just a light tap, really. Still, he worried that what felt gentle to him might not be so for her, and he watched her anxiously for a reaction. Effie caught the nervous look on his face, and a soft warmth bloomed inside her. She grinned. "Relax, I was just messing with you."

She dropped her hand, ready to reassure him she was fine-but to her surprise, her forehead was a little pink where he'd flicked her.

"You... sure it doesn't hurt?" Lyman asked, frowning.

"Not at all," Effie replied.

Getting to her feet, she suddenly noticed her clothes had been changed.

Instinctively, she glanced at Lyman, who clearly guessed what was on her mind.

to help you with that," he said

squeaked, cheeks flushing red

wonder he'd given her that strange look a moment

was a faint pink mark on her

I, made of tissue paper?" she muttered,

Effie finally stepped out

seen-maybe he was downstairs. She headed down, but the

said, "Mr. Etheridge left for the office

Effie nodded. "Okay. Thanks."

continued. "He said you'd probably feel rough after last night, so you should

that.

nourishing soup Gemma had

been in a mood since he got in. He was looking

storm, Shirley instinctively hunched her shoulders, like a sapling battered

replied, keeping

he really wanted her, he'd send for her himself. Her head was still pounding, and she wasn't

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