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.

that fleeting moment when he and Lydia locked eyes, the air thick with tension, his blood boiling with

by the waiter coming

was both thrilled and

bumped into David

say? That means there's hope, buddy. Don't worry, you still have

this game, a champ in the field

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

frown finally eased. "I'll take your word for it. Gotta go

pick up Dr. Lydia tomorrow morning, will ya? Walk her

stone's throw from the clinic. It's just

you to walk her just for the sake of it? Walking her to work is even better. It's perfect for chatting. How do you not get this?" Alaric would have facepalmed if Ethan was in

an epiphany. "Got it, I know what

Lydia

usually got to the clinic before eight, leaving her house at