The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Ethan's subtle movement didn't escape Lydia's notice.

With a piercing gaze, Lydia checked his pulse and said, "What's this, another case of cramps?"

"It's not cramps, I was just..." Ethan began to explain.

"And what would that be?" Lydia cut in.

Meeting Lydia's innocently clueless eyes, Ethan swallowed his words. She was a woman who had clearly never dabbled in romance, blissfully unaware of the subtleties of male-female interactions. Even the natural reactions of physical contact seemed foreign to her. Locking eyes with her genuine gaze, Ethan cracked a smile and said, "You're right, I've developed another 'cramping' issue. I'm counting on Dr. Lydia to take a closer look."

"A grown man and yet so full of issues," Lydia retorted, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

Ethan kept his smile, responding, "Yeah, how does a big guy like me end up with so many issues? Lucky for me, I found Dr. Lydia, the gentle, kind-hearted, and skilled physician."

Ugh.

nearly gagged at his words. How could he manage a fake laugh while simultaneously buttering

think, someone called me a quack doctor yesterday,"

under the intense pain he had disparaged Lydia just the day before, now puffing up in a mock display of chivalry to defend her

spend an extra half

he leaned in closer, "You scolding me means I'm not completely hopeless in

had he spoken than Lydia grabbed his wrist, getting serious, "I'm warning you, Ethan, cut out the sleaziness or I'll make sure you

'harassments'-whether it was seeking her acupuncture services, sending roses out

or now, making comments-to him being a fet downright sleaze. From their very first encounter, he

as though she held his life in her hands. He yelped in pain, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please spare me this once, ma'am." Considering his sincere apology, Lydia finally released his hand, saying irritably, "Your heart's fine, and so are your organs. You don't need to see