The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Ethan's reply was straightforward: "I'm going home with you."

Lydia frowned, staring at him in disbelief. What was he even talking about?

"Are you short on cab fare?" Lydia asked, pulling out a wad of cash from her pocket. She plucked a bill from the stack and shoved it into Ethan's hand. "Here, take this for the cab. Don't worry about paying me back!" Lydia's actions were smooth and swift. After stuffing the money into Ethan's hand and pocketing the rest, she continued walking.

Ethan, holding the $20 bill she had given him, didn't even glance at it and kept pace beside her. "I've already told you, I'm with you now. If you're going home, of course, I'm coming with you."

Lydia was so exasperated she couldn't even muster the energy to argue. She just kept walking.

Before long, they reached her apartment complex, and the man behind her was still following.

At this rate, he was really going to end up going home with her. This was utterly ridiculous!

Lydia didn't want Ethan to know where she lived. Otherwise, if he started showing up unannounced, she'd never have a moment's peace. She wasn't a fan of being harassed.

Reluctantly, she stopped and turned to glare at him. "So, you'll stop following me if we grab a bite, is that it?"

say that,"

to keep her anger in check and

to take a cab. The restaurant's a bit of a ride away," Ethan said with

$20 bill in his hand, snatched it back, and stuffed it into her pocket.

up with joy as he

to the city center, the most bustling

and gleaming with the

etched above the entrance,

Stood

before them.

restaurant, catering exclusively to the affluent. The luxurious exterior of the restaurant was a clear indicator of its opulence. "Let's go. I've booked the

him. His

fathom why he insisted on having dinner tonight! Showing up for dinner with a face full of bruises didn't seem

then, she had never understood

actions. From getting

first encounter to his persistent pursuit,