The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

If Ethan kept pressing his luck, he might just end up getting a taste of his own medicine. With Dr. Funke out of the clinic and no other patients around, Lydia had no reservations. Beating him up would be as easy as taking candy from a baby, right? Ethan sighed, knowing

better than to provoke her further. He could only grab his prescription and sulk away from the clinic.

Back at the office, as he passed by Alaric's office, he heard Alaric humming a tune, as cheerful as if he had just won the lottery. Ethan initially walked past but then doubled back, leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed, eyeing Alaric who was bobbing his head to the music. "What's got into you, conquered an army of women last night?" Ethan joked.

Alaric looked up to see Ethan, a playful smirk on his lips, tossing around a bawdy joke. In the past, he would've shot back with a quip of his own. But now, hearing such a risqué joke felt almost like an insult. He hurriedly said, "Dude, I'm a married man now, can't be chasing women like you. Can't afford those kinds of jokes anymore. If Hertha hears about it, I'm a dead man."

Ethan felt a twinge of discomfort at Alaric's words. Especially the part about "chasing women like you" felt like a jab at him. "And since tying the knot with Hertha, your happiness meter's off the charts. Is marital bliss really that great?" Ethan asked Alaric.

way that Ethan would get it? He tried to find the right words several times but realized it wasn't going to

it, talking to a bachelor and skeptic like you about love is like casting pearls before swine." Alaric returned

approached, leaning over the desk, eyes slightly narrowed, "How am

those romantic comedies?" Alaric

why?" Ethan

breath? You don't know the first thing about love, let alone the sweetness of being with someone you cherish. Explaining it to you would be like talking

"Are you discriminating