Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 351

Lyman Etheridge's phone went off, breaking the silence. He turned on his heel

and strode to his desk. When he saw the message was from Effie Bagnold, a faint smile tugged at his lips.

Effie: [Lunch together?]

Lyman started to type a reply, but then paused, as if a new idea had struck him. Instead, he snapped a photo of one of the sketches lying on his desk and set it as his profile picture. Only then did he answer her.

Lyman: [Sure.]

Effie noticed the change almost instantly. Lyman had updated his profile picture— and not just to any picture, but to one of the sketches she'd done yesterday when she was bored. Her cheeks flushed. She'd been in such a rush to leave last night that she'd completely forgotten to get rid of the evidence.

She'd assumed Lyman was too busy to go through those books, yet somehow he'd found her sketch anyway!

Across the office, Randell Hoffman glanced up at Lyman and snickered. "Look at him grinning like that," he said. "He's smiling so wide, I'm surprised his face hasn't split in half."

"So what?" Vinson Elliott replied, unimpressed. "What exactly are you trying to prove?"

Randell gave him an exasperated look. "Did you forget to take your meds again?" he shot back. "Because, honestly, that's the only explanation for your cluelessness."

used to Randell's jabs. Among close friends, the teasing was merciless. The more familiar you were, the less you held back. Only acquaintances bothered

that was strictly off-limits: the woman who had vanished from his life. Even

of pills from his pocket. "Want one?

his eyes. "Seriously? You actually carry those around

else am I supposed to cure you?" Vinson

"Get lost."

to fix Randell and Vinson with a look. "If you two have this much time on your hands, maybe try coming up with ways to improve our revenue," he

come on, Lyman," Vinson protested, "Elliott's Cozy Room is already doing so well that my servers are running themselves ragged. Any more, and they'll be serving with smoke trailing

barely limping along. He couldn't help but feel that what he needed was a stroke of

stand around chatting, you're not working

business proposals on my desk by seven a.m.

"Oh, great."

"Should've stayed home today..."

Vinson groaned in

the room, Luther watched the two of them, offering a silent, momentary tribute. *Mr. Hoffman, Mr. Elliott, may you rest

"Looks like it's time to break out my secret

raised an eyebrow. "And