The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Ethan was sprawled out on the bed, his body a canvas of discomfort. Lydia, despite her frequent irritation with him, had a duty to perform. She approached, bending over in front of him to carefully remove the acupuncture needles one by one.

It seemed Ethan could feel her breath on his back, gentle and shallow, a stark contrast to her normally fierce demeanor.

As she leaned in, a faint, pleasant fragrance emanated from her, enveloping Ethan in its subtlety.

Ethan's heartbeat rhythmically altered, captivated by her presence.

With his hands clasped under his chin, a smirk adorned his lips. "So, Lydia, what do you think of this bod? Muscular and fit, right?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Lydia's movements halted, fully aware of the playful challenge in his tone. With deliberate precision, she twisted the needles slightly deeper into his skin, her teeth clenched. "Oh, it's sturdy alright. Typically, sturdy muscles don't mind a bit of pain!"

OUCH! Easy, easy!" Ethan winced, his face

be

not to let Ethan's flirtatiousness get the better of her. After years of military service and rigorous training, she had seen her

you know? How could it

are almost as hard as stone, didn't you

You can head home now," she said, packing away

been. "You really don't have a romantic bone in your body, do

Hastily, Ethan grabbed his shift and dressed, muttering as he left,"I'm never

bother returning!" Lydia replied lightly, secretly pleased

frustrated yet also feeling a sense of loss. Lydia's indifference to his charms was both baffling and intriguing. Accustomed to attention, especially

it go, Ethan dialed Thalassa as soon as he left