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.

asked Gemma to help you with that," he

squeaked, cheeks flushing red as

given her that strange look a moment

was a faint pink

this thin—what am I, made of tissue

finally

was nowhere to be seen-maybe he was downstairs. She headed down, but the living room was

Etheridge left for

Effie nodded. "Okay. Thanks."

asked me 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

like that. Was Lyman a mind

Gemma had brought her, Effie headed

been in a mood since he got in. He was looking for you, and when he

Shirley instinctively hunched her shoulders, like

replied, keeping her voice

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

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