Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 323

Lyman turned his head and found Effie gazing at him, unblinking. Her long lashes fluttered, and her beautiful eyes shimmered like sunlight on water-deep,

luminous, mesmerizing.

A sly smile tugged at Lyman's lips as he walked over and took a seat beside her.

Effie swallowed nervously, clutching at the fabric of her jeans on either side.

Lyman leaned in, shifting closer and closer to her.

Effie forgot to breathe; her heart pounded so fast, it felt like it might leap out of her chest at any moment.

"You" she started.

Lyman didn't answer. He only moved nearer, until the space between them was barely a whisper.

Effie's senses filled with his intoxicating scent-masculine, commanding, yet somehow comforting. Her heart hammered even harder, and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the kiss she was certain would come.

But the gentle press of his lips never landed.

Instead, the sound of the nightstand drawer sliding open broke the tension, followed by a quiet rustling as he searched for something.

Wait-what?

Lyman holding a hair dryer,

half-smiling. "Your hair's soaking wet. If you go to bed like this, you'll

a moment, Effie just stared at him, heat creeping up her cheeks. So she'd let her imagination run wild, after

She'd really thought...

laughed awkwardly and reached out. "Um... let

her embarrassment, she extended her hand

just out of reach. "I've got this. Husbands are supposed to dry their wives' hair. That's how

Lyman already had the machine humming, choosing the medium setting

quieter," he said, glancing at her. "We won't

a

close the door earlier to keep

gentle as he untangled her hair, cautious not to tug too hard, as if he feared hurting

relaxed, lulled by the warm air and his careful touch, feeling so safe and content she

of

her eyes open and saw Lyman had already set the dryer aside. Now he was staring straight

could react, Lyman leaned in and murmured, "Your turn's

his lips claiming hers, stealing the air

melted into his arms,