RedNovelChapter 273 "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? Letgo!" Effie struggled hard, a mixture of anger and shburning 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFor sreason, all the feelings she'd been holding back crushing 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.
Then Lyman turned, his fist clenched tight, and swung at Mitchell.
His punch landed squarely on Mitchell's face, sending him stumbling back, nearly toppling over.
A metallic taste flooded Mitchell's nose-blood. Lyman had actually made him bleed.
Refusing to back down, Mitchell threw a punch at Lyman. But he was still dizzy from the blow, and Lyman easily dodged it.
Fueled by anger, Lyman landed a few more solid hits.
Mitchell sprawled on the ground, glaring up at Lyman with stubborn defiance.
"You're desperate to beatup because you know the truth: Effie still has feelings for me! Go ahead, finishoff! The more you try, the more she'll never forget me!" Lyman froze mid-motion.
Mitchell's eyes glinted with smug satisfaction.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut just then, Lyman felt someone wrap their arms around him from behind.
He turned and found Effie clinging to him, shaking her head.
His whole body tensed. He thought she was begging him to stop, to spare Mitchell.
Mitchell seemed to think the same, his grin growing even more triumphant.
But Effie's next words cut through the tension: "That's not it. I haven't cared about him for adtong time: You're the only one who matters tonow. Hitting him only dirties your hands." Lyman felt like he was on a rollercoaster-his heart dropping, then soaring again.
But right now, one thing was certain: aş if he'd never felt so happy. It was someone had cracked open a jar of honey in his chest-everything was sweet and golden. "Alright," he said softly.
"Lyman."
A woman's voice called out. She strode toward him, heels clicking-a striking figure in seven-inch red patent stilettos and a spaghetti-strap dress that showed off every curve. Oversized sunglasses hid her eyes, but her mane of long, voluminous curls tumbled over her shoulders like seaweed, making her look every bit the glamorous fefatale. She walked straight toward Lyman, her steps measured and unhurried.
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