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.

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

by the waiter coming to serve

back, Ethan was both thrilled

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 everything on that

buddy. Don't worry, you still

at this game, a champ in the field

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

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

will ya? Walk her to work," Alaric added just before Ethan could hang

stone's throw from the clinic. It's just a few minutes' walk," Ethan felt it was

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

"Got it,

Lydia was up

clinic before eight, leaving her house