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Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 55

“If your sister can’t behave herself, perhaps she should stay home and learn some manners, instead of running around biting people like a rabid dog.”

Lyman’s gaze swept over Mitchell, cold and cutting, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a mocking smirk.

Mitchell’s expression darkened instantly. His fists clenched at his sides before he could stop himself.

But he knew better than to cross Lyman. Drawing a deep breath, he forced down his anger and replied, his voice low and icy, “Yes, Mr. Etheridge. You’re right.”

Lyman and Effie paid him no further attention.

Lyman slipped an arm around Effie’s waist and led her away.

Mitchell stood watching them go, a bitter ache twisting in his chest, leaving him at a loss for words.

Lyman felt Effie tense beside him. He looked down, his eyes warm and steady. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, “I’m here. If she upset you, I could have someone teach her another lesson—just say the word.”

Effie couldn’t help but laugh. “No need. Didn’t you see? I was the one with the upper hand. I even slapped her. I’d say I won this round.”

A smile broke over Lyman’s face. His little wife was tougher than she looked.

Everyone nearby had witnessed the scene, and whispers rippled through the crowd. No one had ever seen Lyman so attentive to a woman before. The way he looked at Effie left no doubt about their closeness. Eyes turned to Effie, now filled with curiosity—and envy.

Effie carried herself with ease and composure. She’d expected to feel nervous running into Mitchell, but now, looking at him, he seemed like nothing more than a stranger.

Lyman hardly ever made appearances like this, but as soon as he did, someone pulled him away for a conversation.

Knowing he had business to handle, Effie offered to stay behind and grab a bite to eat.

Lyman shot her a quick glance before leaving.

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