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."

she was holding back a laugh which only piqued Ethan's curiosity even

on, what is it? If you don't tell me, I might not be

shot back, putting

the very least, I'm your patient. If a patient can't eat, that's not good for their health. You can't just ignore that," Ethan replied, trying

Ethan's handsome face painted with a look of mock distress. It was so unexpectedly charming that Lydia felt her heart skip a

Lydia averted her gaze, her voice full of feigned confidence as she picked up her

care of me, but unfortunately,

was taken

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

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

me what you were laughing about, I might really lose my appetite. You know, skipping meals is bad for the stomach. For the sake of health, you might as well