Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 242

Not wanting Nelly and Irving Butler, who were just a short distance away, to catch sight of Lyman, she quickly slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

At that moment, Randell turned to Effie. "Effie, Lyman's had a bit too much to drink," he said.

Drunk?

But Effie could only smell a faint hint of alcohol on him.

Suddenly, Lyman's hand moved and grabbed Effie's.

Because Randell had just said Lyman was drunk, Effie was startled by the sudden grip on her hand. She nearly jumped out of her seat.

"What's wrong?" Randell asked, not turning around. Effie's status always made him hesitant to look her directly in the eye; it just didn't feel quite right.

Effie quickly replied, "Nothing, it's fine."

With that, she shot Lyman a brief, puzzled look.

Lyman glanced at her, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He winked, then closed his eyes again, leaning his head onto her shoulder.

hair tickled her neck, making her squirm a little. Without thinking, she reached up to smooth

quiet it was in the back seat. He finally glanced over his shoulder-and instantly felt a pang

carefully fixing Lyman's hair, her movements gentle, her eyes

love really does make people

ever doubt that Effie

had no intention of telling

front of the house

got out, preparing to

car earlier—it had felt like dragging a dead whale, not a man. The

tried to help, she'd probably

got him," Randell

"Are you sure? Really,

wasn't even drunk,

Lyman and I go way back. I've got

to Effie like an octopus, arms locked tight. No

his hips, catching his breath.

"We're home," she said softly. "Come

he stood, but kept himself pressed comfortably against Effie. To her surprise, she barely needed to support

an exaggerated sigh. "I'm starting to think Lyman's