Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 227

“Cut back on those pointless TV shows, will you? They're turning your brain to mush. Do you really think you can give someone medicine mouth-to-mouth? A straw would make way more sense.” Lyman reached out and gave Effie's forehead a gentle flick.

“Ow,” Effie yelped, pressing a hand to her forehead.

“Did that hurt?” he asked, looking concerned.

He hadn't used much force—just a light tap, really. Still, he worried that what felt gentle to him might not be so for her, and he watched her anxiously for a reaction.

Effie caught the nervous look on his face, and a soft warmth bloomed inside her.

She grinned. “Relax, I was just messing with you.”

She dropped her hand, ready to reassure him she was fine—but to her surprise, her forehead was a little pink where he'd flicked her.

“You… sure it doesn't hurt?” Lyman asked, frowning.

“Not at all,” Effie replied.

Getting to her feet, she suddenly noticed her clothes had been changed. Instinctively, she glanced at Lyman, who clearly guessed what was on her mind.

“I asked Gemma to help you with that,” he said quickly.

“Oh,” Effie squeaked, cheeks flushing red as she darted into the bathroom.

No wonder he'd given her that strange look a moment ago.

She checked the mirror—sure enough, there was a faint pink mark on her forehead from Lyman's flick.

“Honestly, skin this thin—what am I, made of tissue paper?” she muttered, shaking her head.

After freshening up carefully, Effie finally stepped out of the bathroom.

Lyman was nowhere to be seen—maybe he was downstairs. She headed down, but the living room was empty as well.

Gemma appeared and said, “Mr. Etheridge left for the office—he had an emergency meeting.”