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.

squirm a little. Without thinking, she reached up to smooth

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

carefully fixing Lyman's hair, her movements gentle,

make people worry over nothing, he

earth did Lyman ever doubt that Effie

had no intention of telling Lyman that. Let

of

preparing to help

impossibly heavy. Randell remembered hauling him out to the car earlier—it had felt like dragging a

tried to help, she'd probably be

got him," Randell

hesitated. "Are you sure? Really, it's

even

waved her off. "Don't worry about it. Lyman

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

breath. "What on earth is going on here?"

she

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

let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm starting