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."

Lyman's quiet intensity

he could shake off the awkwardness, another

hope. He

appeared

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

every

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

his arms. “Too eager to

so she'd rented a

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

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

his tone teasing and just a little

Effie buried her face against

can explain, I promise. Please

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

no way she could sleep. But the moment she spotted Lyman from upstairs, something shifted.

explain, she

my mom Isabel stay at the apartment complex across from ours Luther was supposed to drop her off, but my car got a flat on the way.

sat in the front seat.