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."

was obvious she was holding back a laugh which only piqued

it? If you

dinner got to do with me!" Lydia shot back, putting down her glass with a glance that screamed

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

distress. It was so unexpectedly charming that Lydia felt her heart skip a

averted her gaze, her voice full of feigned confidence as she picked up her glass again to hide her

wish my mom could take care of me, but unfortunately, she passed

was taken

the money in the world couldn't save her," Ethan

advising him, "You should maintain a healthy lifestyle, you know, early

is vital. And if you don't tell me what you were laughing about, I might really lose my appetite. You know,