“Lyman, looks like you've been cheated on!”
Vinson Elliott slammed on the brakes, excitement lighting up his features as he pointed toward the hotel just ahead.
Before the car even rolled to a complete stop, Lyman jumped out and sprinted in Effie's direction.
“Mitchell, are you insane? Let me go!”
Effie struggled hard, a mixture of anger and shame burning on her cheeks. In a split-second decision, she sank her teeth into Mitchell's shoulder.
With a yelp of pain, Mitchell shoved her off. “Damn it, Effie! Were you a dog in your past life or something?”
She hadn't expected him to push her so forcefully—Effie stumbled backward, bracing herself for a painful fall. But the sting never came.
Instead, a familiar scent—clean, bright, like white tea—washed over her.
She blinked, then turned and saw Lyman.
For some reason, all the feelings she'd been holding back came rushing to the surface; her nose prickled, and her eyes stung with unshed tears.
“Honey,” she whispered, her voice trembling, leaning into him.
Lyman pulled her into his arms with a tenderness that made her breath hitch. “It's alright. I'm here now,” he murmured.
Mitchell's eyes grew red, almost feverish, as he watched the two of them. It was as if a crimson haze had settled over his vision.
“Effie, stop pretending,” he snapped. “I know you still love me. Otherwise—why didn't you break free just now?”
Effie shot him a look that was half-disbelief, half-exasperation. Was he out of his mind? Men were generally stronger than women—she hadn't exactly trained for wrestling matches. How was she supposed to overpower him?
Right now, Mitchell looked less like a man and more like a mad bull.
Lyman gently drew Effie aside, his voice soft as he said, “Be good, sweetheart. Close your eyes.”
She nodded and obediently did as he asked.
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