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.

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

by the

was

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

you still have a shot!" Alaric said confidently, without waiting for

pro at this game,

had felt a spark

"I'll take your word for it. Gotta

pick up Dr. Lydia tomorrow morning, will ya? Walk her to work," Alaric added just

stone's throw from the clinic. It's just a few minutes'

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 front

had an epiphany. "Got it, I

next day, Lydia

before