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.

Lydia locked eyes, the air thick with tension, his blood boiling with the

by the waiter

Ethan was both thrilled and

the waiter interrupting that 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

Don't worry, you still have a

this game,

was his forte, and he knew once a woman had felt a spark for a man, if

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

ya? Walk her

the clinic. It's just a few minutes' walk,"

the sake of it? Walking her to work is even

epiphany. "Got it, I

day, Lydia

clinic before eight, leaving her house at half-past