Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 367

Bancroft followed right behind them, climbing the stairs at a measured pace. As soon as Effie and Lyman stepped into the room, there was a loud *thud*-the door slammed shut behind them.

From the hallway came Bancroft's anxious voice, accompanied by the sound of his fist knocking on the door. "Oh dear! What now? Looks like the wind must've blown the door shut."

Lyman turned on the flashlight app on his phone and glanced toward the window. Since they rarely stayed overnight in this room, the windows and doors were only opened at scheduled times for air circulation; otherwise, everything was kept tightly closed.

There were no windows open at the moment-no draft, no airflow. There was no way a gust of wind could have slammed the door like that.

Which meant Bancroft had done it on purpose.

Just then, they heard the butler's voice outside the door. "Sir, everything's ready. The power won't be coming back on before sunrise."

Bancroft immediately shushed him, raising a finger to his lips. "Keep your voice down! They'll hear you."

"Alright, alright. I'll be careful."

Standing by the door, Effie and Lyman couldn't help but exchange amused looks, grins tugging at their lips.

Those two old men were both a little hard of hearing. Even though they were trying to keep their voices down, to Effie and Lyman-who had perfectly normal hearing-they might as well have been shouting. Every word came through loud and clear.

it

collar, trying to cool

her-Lyman felt it

there's no reason it should be so warm. I bet

just mumbled a distracted agreement. The heat was getting to

flushed, her skin prickled, and she felt as though she

"So hot..."

climbed higher, Effie's whole

Every inch of her skin seemed alive to Lyman's nearness, and her mind grew hazier by the minute, making it impossible

slow, shaky breath, struggling to keep his own desire in check. He scooped Effie up in his arms, unsteady on his feet as he carried her

nothing

was filled with images that definitely weren't suitable

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stoke the fire. He felt like

how many times she surrendered

was insatiable-an endless well, longing

She tried to stretch, only to discover she