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 contorting

of yours supposed to be tough? Why the

rigorous training, she had seen her fair share of

muscles aren't made of stone, you know? How could it not hurt?" Ethan gasped, still reeling from her

as hard as stone, didn't you know?"

head home now," she said, packing away

over and sat up, rubbing his back where the needles had been. "You really don't have a romantic bone in your

to silence him. Hastily, Ethan grabbed his shift and dressed, muttering

bother returning!" Lydia replied lightly, secretly pleased at the

was both baffling and intriguing. Accustomed to

to let it go, Ethan dialed Thalassa