The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Ethan tilted his chin up even higher, a defiant gleam in his eye. "Go on, hit me. Then I'll go straight to Dr. Funke and tell him you're violent. See how quick he'll drop you as an apprentice!" Lydia huffed angrily, her fists clenched at her sides before she finally let them fall. "If you think I'm such a quack, why on earth do you keep coming back here?"

"These injuries? You gave them to me! No other clinic can deal with them. Who else am I supposed to turn to?" Ethan tried to glance over his shoulder at the wounds on his back, but couldn't quite see them. At home, however, he'd seen the bruises and cuts in the mirror - all Lydia's handiwork.

"If you're here for treatment, then act like it and stop your whining," Lydia snapped back. "I've never seen a man moan as much as you."

Turning on her heel, Lydia strode out, momentarily forgetting about Thalassa and Lysander's presence. Remembering her guests, she quickened her pace to catch up to them, just in time to see their car pulling away.

Ethan was quick to follow, still arguing. "Who's the real complainer here? Or are you trying to out-man a man? What's with all these acupuncture needles anyway if it's just a superficial wound?"

Lydia spun around, her stare fierce enough to make Ethan visibly shrink back.

drink the bitter herbal teas either! So, acupuncture - the quickest, simplest solution. But no, that's too much for you as well. You're too sensitive and yet it's my medical

fact that she was responsible for his injuries, Lydia wouldn't have bothered with

ointment, or the teas," Ethan

chose this," Lydia said, her patience wearing thin. "Why blame

over such trivial matters

not blaming you, it's just

"Just what?" Lydia pressed.

"None of your business!" Lydia shot back, not in the mood to entertain him any

did any of your exes put up with you? They must've left because they couldn't stand

her gaze fierce. "Say one more word,