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 just be

and disappear from his sight, Ethan sighed in frustration and trudged back the way

of asking Lydia for help, let alone seeing

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 later, Thalassa

Thalassa's visits to the company where Hertha worked had become

practically semi-retired

had assured her that

exclusively produced and distributed by his company, removing any worry about finding a market

designer still employed at the firm, she had been supporting herself and her kids on her salary

being a scion of the affluent Falconer family but

Alaric had handed