Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon novel Chapter 302

Effie felt a sharp ache in her heart.

She, too, thought of that gentle, refined man from her memories—her grandfather.

He had adored her grandmother more than anything in the world. Even when money was tight, he did everything he could to give her the best life possible.

But after a lifetime spent shaping young minds, her grandfather was taken from them too soon, swept away by lung cancer. He died in the ICU, never even getting the chance to say goodbye to her grandmother.

That became her grandmother’s lifelong regret.

Taking a deep breath, her grandmother spoke softly to Effie. “It’s okay to lose your way sometimes, sweetheart. Who hasn’t made mistakes when they were young? What matters is knowing when to stop and finding the right path again.”

Effie knew what her grandmother was getting at. She nodded. “I understand.”

Her grandmother squeezed her hand. “Don’t keep repeating the same mistakes. There’s no sense in going back to something that wasn’t right in the first place.”

Effie nodded solemnly. “I know.”

After a pause, she added, “I love Lyman. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but it feels like I’ve known him forever.”

Lyman had just been about to open the door when he overheard her confession. He froze for a second, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

A moment later, Lyman came in, his arms loaded down with bags.

“I thought you’d just gone out to pick up some sauce,” Effie teased, grinning at the sight of him. “How did you end up with all that?”

Lyman gave a helpless smile. “Mrs. Shera from next door recognized me as your grandmother’s grandson-in-law and handed me a bag of loquats. Then, once everyone else found out who I was, they kept giving me things. I tried to say no, but I guess they thought I was too charming to turn away. I couldn’t refuse.”

Effie burst out laughing. “Shameless.”

Even her grandmother chuckled at that.

Seeing their spirits lift, Lyman grinned too.

“I’m used to living here. I wouldn’t be comfortable anywhere else,” she said, glancing at the spot where her grandfather’s photo sat. “I’ll stay. You young folks have your own ways—I’m set in mine.”

Effie knew there was no changing her mind. Sighing, she got up to give her grandmother a gentle shoulder massage.

“Oh! That tickles!” her grandmother said, laughing.

“Really?” Effie protested, a little deflated. She’d thought she was doing a decent job—how could it tickle so much?

Just then, Lyman came out, drying his hands.

“Let me try,” he offered.

Her grandmother waved him off. “No, no, it’s getting late, I should head to bed. You two go on home.”

It was one thing to let him wash the dishes, but letting the CEO of a major corporation give her a massage? She wouldn’t dream of it.