Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 227

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

Effie squeaked, cheeks flushing red as she darted into the

that strange look a

was a faint

of tissue paper?" she muttered,

finally stepped out of the

She headed down,

Etheridge left for the office he

Effie nodded. "Okay. Thanks."

to make you something soothing for your stomach," Gemma continued. "He said you'd probably feel rough after last night, so you should eat something warm and

that. Was Lyman a mind reader

the bowl of nourishing soup Gemma had brought her, Effie

out as soon as she saw her. "Mr. Butler's been in a mood since he got in. He was

to the morning's storm, Shirley instinctively hunched

Effie replied, keeping her

rush to find Irving Butler. If he really wanted her, he'd send for her himself. Her head was still

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