Chapter 19
Effie suddenly remembered–last night, when Lyman came over for dinner, he’d taken her phone and changed his contact name from “Lyman” to “Husband.”%
He’d insisted, with that air of absolute certainty, that since they were married now, there was no reason to keep using his name. “We’re husband and wife. Why keep it formal?” he’d said before snatching her phone and making the change himself, leaving her no room to object.
Now, seeing “Husband” flash across her screen, a rush of warmth spread through her chest. She bit her lip, feeling a smile tug at the corners of her mouth, and answered, her voice softer than she realized. “Hello? Is something up?”
Lyman’s low, magnetic voice rumbled on the other
He’d clearly been waiting for this day for a
a long
Area
NUMMARu at the office?”
A blush crept up Effie’s cheeks. “Alright, I got it,” she replied, and
No sooner had she set her phone down than she looked
He stood there, face dark, eyes burning with anger and bitter
“Effie, don’t you think you owe me an explanation? Why did your
English leave when work’s over–I’ll come pick you up. We’ll move together.”
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Mitchell’s
as if he’d
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gaze.
I just uncovered some deep, shameful secret.
Mitchell’s voice was cold, his tone unmistakably accusatory.
Effie frowned, annoyance flickering in her chest, though her face remained composed. “Mitchell, this you. Or do you make a habit of sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong?”
Suzan, sensing the tension, hesitated, then tried to ease the situation. “Mitchell, don’t be got married so quickly.”
is
personal business. I don’t see why I need to report it to
- ad. I’m sure Effie just did that to get a rise out of you. There’s no way she
Mitchell’s anger visibly cooled–a flicker of hope returning to his eyes. Of course. Effie loved this just to provoke him.
1 him. There was no way she’d marry someone else. She must be doing
His tone was icy.
“If this is your way of playing hard to get, Effie, then congratulations–you’ve succeeded. But don’t push your luck.” Effie’s reply was calm but edged with frost. “Mitchell, don’t flatter yourself. Who I marry is none of your business.”
She placed a folder on the table. “Here’s the contract. I’ll inform the team about my departure. You have three days to de–if I don’t hear from you, I’ll sell my shares elsewhere.”
With that, Effie straightened her back and walked out, leaving the room heavy with tension.
As soon as she left, Mitchell grabbed the contract and tore it to pieces.
Damn it!!
Effie seemed utterly impervious now.
Suzan glanced at him, her voice cautious. “Mitchell, do you think she really does know someone else? Maybe that’s
certainly aiming high.”
wants out with so much money. She’s
“She won’t get a cent,” Mitchell said darkly. “Not three hundred million–not even a penny. If she wants to leave, she leaves with nothing.” He’d always thought Effie was clear–headed, but now–she just looked greedy, and he realized how wrong he’d been.
Suzan arched a brow. “Exactly. She’s just too greedy. If she’d asked for a few million, maybe that would’ve been reasonable.”
Mitchell pulled her into his arms. “Suzan, you’re the only one who’s truly pure and kind.”
“Don’t worry, Mitchell. I’ll always be by your side. But now that you’ve upset her, I doubt we’ll ever get her designs,” Suzan whispered.
Mitchell leaned in, lowering his voice. “Relax. We know her computer password. I checked–her designs are nearly done. Once she’s gone…”
Suzan’s eyes lit up. “That’s wonderful. By the way, Mitchell, I bought some new lingerie and nightwear for tonight…in your favorite color–pink.” She blushed as she spoke.2
Mitchei! grinned, the last of his worries melting away. “You know me too well, sweetheart. I want to see it tonight.”
Chapter 20
The two of them were instantly wrapped up in each other again.
