Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 493

Chapter 493

Suddenly, Lyman heard footsteps echoing nearby.

A hopeful smile broke out on his face. He tossed his cigarette aside, crushed it underfoot, and turned eagerly toward the sound.

He knew Effie hated his smoking. Ever since they'd been together, he'd barely touched a cigarette-only today, with his mood in shambles, did he give in.

If Effie showed up and got upset, he'd just apologize, sincerely this time.

The footsteps grew louder, closer.

Lyman waited, anticipation lighting up his features. But as the figure came into view, his smile froze.

It wasn't Effie.

A young woman, maybe in her early twenties, spotted Lyman and stopped in her tracks. Something like awe flickered in her eyes; then, blushing furiously, she bolted past him.

He caught the faintest whisper as she hurried by: "Wow... what a hottie."

but Lyman's quiet intensity made

the awkwardness, another set

He kept his gaze steady, bracing for another

silhouette appeared at

then a slow, lopsided grin tugged at his lips. He started

every step careful and

help me, will you? I twisted my ankle," Effie called out, her

closed the distance in a heartbeat and scooped her into his arms. “Too eager

tight, so she'd rented a

the stairs down, and in her rush, she'd

faint blush colored her cheeks, but she refused to admit it. "The hallway light's busted," she

his tone teasing

with embarrassment, Effie buried her face against

earlier. I can explain, I promise.

every line of his face. Effie pressed her lips together, then gave a determined nod.

spotted Lyman from upstairs, something

him explain, she

breath. “Isabel got harassed by some crazed fan at the hospital. The guy actually followed her all the way back to my mom's neighborhood. So my mom Isabel stay at the apartment

at Effie. "I sat in the