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,

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

was carefully fixing Lyman's hair, her movements gentle, her eyes filled with

people worry over nothing,

ever doubt that

intention of telling

of the house Effie and Lyman

out, preparing to

was impossibly heavy. Randell remembered hauling him out to the car earlier—it had felt like dragging a dead whale, not a man. The effort had nearly wiped

to help, she'd probably

got him," Randell said to

"Are you sure? Really,

even drunk,

off. "Don't worry about it. Lyman

Lyman clung to Effie like an octopus,

hips, catching his breath. "What

patted Lyman's cheek. "We're home," she said

To her surprise, she barely needed to support

behind, let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm starting to think