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.

Gemma to help you with that,"

red as she darted into

given her that

faint

made of

freshening up carefully, Effie finally

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

Etheridge left for the

Effie nodded. "Okay. Thanks."

Gemma continued. "He said you'd

craving something like that. Was Lyman a mind reader

nourishing soup Gemma had brought her, Effie headed

you're late!" Shirley called out as soon as she saw her. "Mr. Butler's been in a mood since he got in. He was looking

morning's storm, Shirley instinctively hunched her shoulders, like a sapling

it," Effie replied, keeping her

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

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