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.

her hand. "Why is it so hot in here all of a

collar, trying to

wasn't just her-Lyman

reason it should be so warm. I bet

distracted agreement. The heat was getting

and she felt as though she might burst

"So hot..."

temperature climbed higher, Effie's whole

alive to Lyman's nearness, and her mind grew hazier by the minute,

to keep his own desire in check. He scooped Effie up in his arms, unsteady on

nothing he could

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and Effie's presence only stoke the fire. He felt like a

lost track of how many times she surrendered to the sensation. All

she was insatiable-an endless well,

to stretch, only to discover she ached all