The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

In her eyes, Ethan was just making excuses. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he'd seen it all and rubbed shoulders with the high and mighty. And here he was, claiming to be nervous in front of her, a nobody? Yeah, right! To her, these silver-spoon types had no clue about the value of hard work. To them, wasting was just part of the daily routine. And Lydia? She couldn't stand that kind of attitude. It was clear as day; she and Ethan were like oil and water. "Come on, I'm human too, of course, I get nervous," Ethan said, rubbing his hands together like he was about to make some monumental mistake in front of Lydia.

Lydia eyed him skeptically. "Never got grounded as a kid, huh?"

Ethan, without thinking, responded, "No."

A smirk played on Lydia's lips. "Figures."

"Figures what?" Ethan was puzzled.

Lydia just sipped her water, shaking her head, "Nothing."

back a laugh which only piqued Ethan's curiosity even

it? If

shot back, putting down her glass with a glance

your patient. If a patient can't eat, that's not good for their health. You can't

with a look of mock distress. It was so unexpectedly charming that Lydia felt her heart skip a beat. What was he doing?

job!" Lydia averted her gaze, her voice full of

of me, but unfortunately, she passed away when

was

in the world couldn't save

should maintain a

my appetite. You know, skipping meals is bad for the