The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Ethan was seriously ticked off, not in the mood for wordplay. "I don't give a damn how I phrase it! All I'm saying is, your advice sucks, man. It's not practical at all!" "All I wanna know is, did you guys go grab a bite or not?" Alaric was unfazed by Ethan's bad mood.

After all, he and Hertha had cleared up their misunderstandings, tied the knot, and were blissfully together now.

He was on cloud nine every day, nothing and no one could dampen his spirits.

"We did, but she was still all guarded around me, didn't even crack a smile," Ethan lamented.

"Did you guys hit up the Rose Garden booth?" Alaric probed further.

"Yeah!" Ethan couldn't deny it.

"And was there a moment, just a moment, when you locked eyes and felt the temperature in the room go up?" Alaric pressed on.

Ethan fell silent, replaying the scene in his head.

remembered that fleeting moment when he and Lydia locked eyes, the

then, the moment was shattered by

was both

warm atmosphere, he and Lydia might have held hands, lingered over dinner a bit longer, and wouldn't have bumped into David and Rosalind as they were leaving. That encounter had set him and Lydia back to square one. With that thought, Ethan blamed

buddy. Don't worry, you still have

game, a

once a woman had felt a spark for a man, if the guy kept at it, she was

words, Ethan's frown finally eased. "I'll take your word for

Dr. Lydia tomorrow morning, will ya? Walk

clinic. It's just

is even better. It's perfect for chatting. How do you not get this?" Alaric would have facepalmed if Ethan was in

"Got it, I know what

next day, Lydia was up

the clinic before