“Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith, welcome.” Lyman’s voice was low and steady, edged with his usual reserve.
Mr. Smith offered a polite smile as he reached out to shake Lyman’s hand. “Mr. Etheridge, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally have the chance to work together.”
His gaze drifted to Effie then, and for a brief moment, his eyes lit up—though he quickly composed himself.
With gentle courtesy, he said, “And you must be Mrs. Etheridge? The rumors don’t do you justice. Mr. Etheridge is truly a fortunate man.”
Effie nodded gracefully. “You flatter me, Mr. Smith. Welcome to both you and Mrs. Smith.”
When Mr. Smith extended his hand, Effie responded in kind, offering her own. But as their hands met, she felt the faintest brush—almost as if his fingers had deliberately grazed her palm. A small shiver ran down her spine.
Mrs. Smith stepped forward, her manner warm as she clasped Effie’s hand. “Mrs. Etheridge, I hope we won’t trouble you too much during our stay.”
Sensing Mrs. Smith’s genuine goodwill, Effie felt her nerves ease slightly. “It’s no trouble at all, Mrs. Smith. It’s my pleasure.”
After the brief exchange of pleasantries, Lyman instructed the driver to load the luggage, and together they set off for the hotel.
Their hotel was nestled within the resort, offering everything from dining to entertainment—a one-stop haven for their stay.
On the ride over, Mr. Smith and Lyman took the front seats, already deep in discussion about the details of their business partnership. Effie and Mrs. Smith settled into the back, their conversation turning to lighter topics.
“Mrs. Etheridge, what do you enjoy doing in your free time? Your complexion is stunning—so clear and fair. Even this close, I can’t see a single pore!” Mrs. Smith remarked with a friendly laugh, clearly hoping to break the ice.
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