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,

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

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

love really does make people worry

on earth did Lyman ever doubt that Effie loved

Randell had no intention of telling Lyman that. Let him figure

in front of the house Effie and

got out, preparing to

remembered hauling him out to the car earlier—it had felt like dragging a dead whale, not a

Effie tried to help, she'd probably be crushed

got him," Randell said to

you sure? Really, it's

wasn't even drunk, after

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

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

breath. "What on earth is going on

home," she

kept himself pressed comfortably against Effie. To her

trailing behind, let out an exaggerated sigh. "I'm starting to think Lyman's just