Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 307

"Effie, help me."

Annabel spotted Effie and seized on her as if she were a lifeline, reaching out as she hurried over.

Effie jumped, startled. If she hadn't recognized Annabel's voice, she might have thought she'd bumped into a zombie in broad daylight.

"Annabel, are you okay?" Effie asked, her face etched with concern.

"I'm fine, just a little groggy," Annabel replied, rubbing her eyes. "Could you run to the break room in your department and make me a cup of coffee? That'll fix everything."

Effie glanced Annabel up and down. Did she just look tired? Somehow, it didn't seem that simple.

Just then, Luther hurried over, a small box of painkillers in his hand.

"Ms. Annabel, Mr. Etheridge asked me to bring these to you. He said you probably didn't get much sleep and have a headache," Luther said, holding out the box.

Annabel's head was pounding. She took the meds gratefully and muttered, "At least he has a heart."

She turned to Effie. "Effie, please, could you fetch me some coffee? I need something to wash these down."

Effie's lips twitched. Coffee with painkillers? That didn't sound right.

Just as she was about to protest, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye-a shadow darted past.

was hiding

he'd just walk right out. He wasn't

"Effie, please,

slipped into the break room and returned with a glass of

at it,

this first-once you're feeling better,

fine," Annabel

the pills with the water, and after a

.nět

night was out negotiating a deal," she explained. "Had a few drinks with the clients, and

splitting open. I finally feel human

drinks, huh?" Effie raised

up

it's not like wanted to. You know

"You can't keep doing this to yourself. Next time, just drink less. Or bring Lyman with you-no one

rely on him yourself, but

that Annabel had seen right

way, what brings you here? Is there

really is

a mad dog in there. Didn't want to risk getting bitten," Annabel