The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"You call that a few taps? You nearly killed me!" Ethan's complaint was thick with both pain and an attempt to hold back tears.

Lydia looked at him, trying to keep a straight face as he ranted with a silver acupuncture needle sticking out of his head, making him look like a character out of a quirky cartoon. The sight was just too ridiculous.

She couldn't help it and let out a snort of laughter.

"What's so funny? I'm being serious here!" Ethan's feeling of injustice grew.

Every move he made sent jolts of pain through his body; even speaking seemed to stretch and pull at his painful muscles. After a few words, he winced sharply, unsure of where to hold himself as it seemed like every part ached.

"A big guy like you can't even take a throw? And you call yourself a man?" Lydia crossed her arms and smirked at him.

"Whether I'm a man is not for you to decide! With your fierce attitude, you wouldn't recognize a real man if he stood right in front of you!" Ethan's retort was borderline offensive.

Even though Lydia was relatively inexperienced in the ways of the world, she understood the implication of his words. Her expression darkened immediately, and she took a step towards Ethan, "What did you say?"

back and quickly trying to backpedal,

still stood with her arms crossed, eyeing Ethan, "Can you even walk?" "What do you mean?" Ethan was already afraid of her;

Don't you have a friend who's really sick? Take me to him," Lydia

at home, sick as a dog. If he didn't get back soon, who knows how bad it could

the strength to get up from the bed, Ethan moved and

hurts so much..." Ethan

me

genuinely in pain here," Ethan was on the verge

about helping his sick friend Alaric, but now he

"You're acting more

I know. Don't you understand I'm not exactly

help you up. Let's go check on your friend," Lydia