The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Ethan had never felt anything like it before this tingling, electrifying sensation that coursed through his entire being. He'd been with many women, but none had made his blood ignite with just a simple touch the way Lydia did. He couldn't help but steal glances at her. Tall and lean, her physique was the result of consistent workouts, with muscles toned and far from fragile. Her face had the classic beauty reminiscent of runway models if she ever chose to glam up, which she seldom did. Preferring a natural look, her skin bore a healthy tan from the sun's embrace. Up close, Ethan admired her smooth, supple skin. Accidentally brushing his cheek against hers felt like silk, igniting a fire within him. Her nose was petite and perky, and though her eyes were not large, they were beautifully framed by dense, curled lashes. She was the kind of beauty that grew on you.

But Lydia didn't play up her looks; she was a tomboy through and through, both in spirit and strength, outmatching anyone who dared challenge her. Yet, this unassuming woman stirred something different in Ethan.

"Do I have something on my face?" Lydia suddenly asked, disrupting his thoughts.

Caught off guard, Ethan quickly looked away, replying, "No, nothing."

Lydia's acuity

Ethan didn't show any embarrassment. Instead, he joked with

sternly said, "Keep it up, and I'll leave you on the roadside

in her voice, Ethan dared not push further, quickly conceding, "Alright,

back to the clinic. It was after hours, and Dr. Funke had already left, leaving them the only ones thère. She had him lie down on the

attractive in Ethan's eyes.

of his wrist, standing up in anger, "You lied to me!