Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 242

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.

neck, making her squirm a little. Without thinking, she reached

Randell noticed how quiet it was in the back seat. He finally glanced over

movements gentle, her eyes filled

people

ever

intention of telling Lyman that. Let

they pulled up in front of the house

got out, preparing

earlier—it had felt

to help, she'd

him," Randell

you sure? Really, it's

wasn't even drunk,

her off. "Don't worry about it. Lyman and I go way back.

clung to Effie like an octopus, arms locked tight. No matter how hard Randell tugged, he

hands on his hips, catching his breath. "What on earth is going

home," she said softly. "Come on, let's

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

out an exaggerated sigh.

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