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!"

Ethan winced, his

be tough? Why

get the better of her. After years of military service and rigorous training, she had seen her fair share of muscular men and was hardly impressed. Ethan's physique, in

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

didn't you know?"

all set. You can head home now,"

where the needles had been. "You really don't have a romantic bone in your

sharp enough to silence him. Hastily, Ethan grabbed his shift and dressed, muttering as he left,"I'm never coming back

Don't bother returning!" Lydia replied lightly, secretly

Lydia's indifference to his charms was both baffling and intriguing. Accustomed to attention,

it go, Ethan dialed Thalassa as