The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Seeing Ethan's abdomen so severely injured, Lydia couldn't hold onto her anger any longer. She'd always been a soft-hearted person, especially towards those who were suffering. The flare of anger that had sparked within her extinguished immediately upon seeing the extent of Ethan's injuries. "You lie still, I'll go grab some ice packs for you," she said. These were fresh wounds; they weren't there when she had administered acupuncture treatment to him yesterday.

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Lydia," Ethan grinned, obediently lying back down on the hospital bed. As long as Lydia wasn't mad at him, he felt joy despite the pain.

Lydia returned with the ice packs wrapped in a towel, gently placing them on Ethan's wounded area. The cold from the ice packs made Ethan's body jolt, his face contorting in discomfort.

"It's going to feel quite cold at first, but you'll get used to it in a bit," Lydia soothed him.

Gradually, Ethan's furrowed brow relaxed. He took a deep breath to acclimate to the stinging cold sensation. Looking up at Lydia with a smile, he said, "I really can't thank you enough for today. If it weren't for you, those guys would have turned me into a punching bag." "You've already thanked me plenty. Do you want me to say 'you're welcome' or something?" Lydia's face still showed a hint of irritation.

"Of course not. I mean, to show my gratitude, how about I treat you to dinner later?" Ethan proposed.

Lydia

I not offer something in return? You saved me, and now, without any gesture of gratitude, people might think I'm

ice gently to the swollen areas, she said, "Don't feel obligated. Even if

that, you brought me here for treatment. All these favors combined, I'd be indebted to you for life, yet all I'm asking is to take you out for a meal. Is that

rolled her eyes at him, "I don't want to

I dedicate myself to you then?"

we?" Lydia was annoyed, unintentionally who

Ethan winced in pain, curling

him in pain, Lydia's heart softened, and she immediately

Ethan lay back deep breaths. own husband, huh? Swing "Keep talking, and you really won't survive!" Lydia threatened