The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"I have no right to forgive or not forgive you, Mr. Ethan. You've got your games, and I was a fool yesterday for meddling!" Lydia spat out the words with fury before turning on her heel and storming off.

Her face was set in a determined scowl, anger simmering in her eyes. She was practically vibrating with the effort to contain her irritation.

Ethan stood rooted to the spot, not daring to follow. He could see the anger in Lydia's eyes clear as day.

If he kept pestering her, he might actually end up getting punched again, and this time, it wouldn't be a misunderstanding but a well-deserved thump.

Ethan was no masochist, and he certainly wasn't fond of taking hits.

He watched Lydia's retreating figure, feeling a mix of guilt and vulnerability turn into heartache.

As Lydia's steps took her further away, the gap between them widened, much like the relationship they never started - growing more distant by the moment.

to bridge the gap

Lydia now would

and disappear from his sight, Ethan sighed in frustration and trudged

asking Lydia for help, let

slumped in his chair, his mind a blank. He couldn't muster the enthusiasm for anything, haunted by Lydia's words. What did she mean by saying she was foolish for meddling yesterday? Did she regret saving him from those thugs? Days

his jewelry business, Thalassa's visits to the company

was practically semi-retired

assured her that

would be exclusively produced and distributed by his company,

different. As a jewelry designer still employed at the firm, she had been supporting herself and her kids

scion of the affluent Falconer family but rather a regular working guy, their circumstances were

Alaric had handed over