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?"

and quickly trying to backpedal, "I didn't

you even walk?" "What do you mean?"

nothing. Don't you have a friend who's really sick? Take

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

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

it hurts so much..." Ethan

scam me now?"

genuinely in pain here,"

about helping his sick friend Alaric, but

acting more delicate than a

you're more aggressive than any guy I know. Don't you understand I'm not exactly

help you up. Let's go check on your