Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 489

Effie ventured hesitantly, "Why are you all looking at me like that?”

Maurice didn't bother with subtlety. "What's the matter? He's not coming?"

Effie nodded. "Yeah, something urgent came up. He said he'll get here as soon as he can."

Maurice arched a brow at her. "You're really rushing into this marriage—are you sure you picked the right guy? Don't go jumping from one mess straight into another, Effie. In the end, you're the one who'll get hurt."

Effie nodded, trying to sound reassuring. "I know. He's a good man. He's not like... the last one."

Maurice pressed his hand to his forehead, exasperated. "That's what you said about Mitchell too, remember? And look how that turned out..."

He shook his head, feigning seriousness. "Honestly, I ought to take you to a doctor. You've got a severe case of hopeless romantic, and I don't even know if it's curable."

Effie couldn't help but laugh at that. "I am not hopelessly romantic," she protested, rolling her eyes at him.

really were that lovesick, she would've clung to Mitchell for dear life instead of breaking things off so decisively. Sure, she'd married Lyman in a fit of frustration, barely giving herself time to process the breakup. At the time, she'd had a few regrets. But after spending more time with Lyman, she realized they got along remarkably

said, "Just keep your eyes open, okay? If that new guy ever dares hurt you, I swear I'll make him

touched. "You're the best,

his chin in mock pride.

for years, and dinner together was always a lively affair. The conversation flowed, the laughter was loud, and before anyone realized,

and Maurice were messing around, shoving each other playfully. In their tipsy state,

apologize. "Oh my god, I'm so

in, "Yeah, sorry, we didn't mean to run into

sharp voice cut in. Vinson Elliott's narrowed eyes

it was, she straightened up abruptly, pointed at Vinson's face,

Maurice's arm, she leaned heavily against him and announced, "Babe, listen up-this is my boss. TotaDtyrant. Makes

flicking to where Nita's hand gripped Maurice's arm. They were awfully cozy.

been drinking?" Vinson asked, suspicion

looked right at him, her words slurring a little. "It's after hours. If I want a drink, I'll have one. You can't tell me what

snorted. "You're right, I can't But you'd better be careful-if you break anything here, you'll be paying for iEverything in this place is antique. You