Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Why didn't he call her? Because as soon as Lyman heard Effie would be in

charge of this shoot, he rushed downstairs, his mind entirely on seeing her—he didn't have a second thought for Isabel.

As for a certain someone, well, he clearly had his own agenda too, though at the moment, it looked like he was only making trouble for himself.

"I forgot," Lyman said.

Just those two simple words, but they left Isabel feeling slighted, as if she didn't matter at all.

"Lyman, when the shoot is over, do you think you could-"

"Mr. Etheridge, your coffee."

Effie appeared at Lyman's side, thrusting his coffee toward him a little too forcefully.

The cup was filled to the brim, and coffee sloshed out, nearly splattering all over Isabel.

Isabel glared. "Effie! How could you be so-" She bit back the last word-careless -in front of Lyman, swallowing it with difficulty.

"You need to be more careful. The coffee's hot-what if you'd spilled it on

front of Effie, just to make a point: she

of the coffee

long as you like it,

"Is it really that good? Sweet or

"Sweet," Lyman answered.

by his

Did Effie dump

come over here and get your makeup done. You're already holding up the shoot," Annabel called

obeyed, heading off

her, hesitating as if she wanted to

for Lyman and Effie asking her to keep their relationship quiet, Annabel would have told Isabel

you should watch your words from now

as she looked at Annabel. Her voice trembled. "Annabel, did I do something wrong? If I ever upset you, just tell me.

frowned. Did Isabel really not get

didn't answer, Isabel felt even

an hour later, Isabel's hair and makeup were