Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 345

Effie quickly stopped Lyman and snatched back her phone.

“Annabel?”

Annabel’s voice was barely a whisper, as if she was terrified someone else might overhear. “Effie, help me! I don’t have any clothes on. Can you bring me something to wear? The address is…”

Effie’s heart skipped a beat. No clothes? Did that mean Annabel was—

She jotted down the address while anxiety crept into her voice. “Annabel, should I call the police? Are you in trouble? Did someone hurt you?”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Annabel’s face, though she tried to sound casual. “No, no, don’t call the police. It’s not like that. It’s just… someone I know.”

Effie was silent for a moment, listening to Annabel’s evasive tone. At this point, she couldn’t even tell whether Annabel had taken advantage of someone else, or the other way around.

“Alright, I’ll send someone with your clothes.”

“No, please. I need you to come yourself. Please, Effie.”

Effie sighed. “Fine. I’m on my way.”

As soon as Effie hung up, she started getting dressed.

Lyman stood up too, and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. Even through the thin fabric, Effie could feel the heat radiating from him.

She glanced nervously at his strong arms around her waist and swallowed hard. “Stop messing around. I need to bring Annabel her clothes.”

Lyman said calmly, “You don’t need to. That address is her ex-husband’s place.”

“Her… ex-husband?!” Effie’s eyes widened in shock.

“Do you know why she didn’t ask her assistant, but asked you?” Lyman pressed. “Because she knows if you show up, Fenton won’t dare try anything. He’ll have to let her go.”

Effie licked her lips, thinking. “Then that’s all the more reason for me to go.”

“You don’t get it. Men and women think differently. If she wanted me to bring her clothes, it’d mean she didn’t want anything to do with Mr. Fenton right now. We should respect her wishes,” Effie insisted.

Lyman considered this and realized she had a point. He finally agreed to take Effie to deliver the clothes.

When they arrived, Annabel was on the phone, wrapped in a bedsheet and trying to sneak out undetected.

But the moment she opened the door, she found Fenton standing there, arms folded across his chest, a half-amused, half-exasperated smile on his face. “What’s this? You wreck my place, and now you think you can just slip away?”

Annabel put on her best innocent act. “You’re a lawyer, not a gangster. Stop making things up!”