Ethan was just about to spill the beans to Alaric about the whole story when the sound of footsteps approached. Lydia walked in, "What are you two whispering about?"

The mere sight of Lydia's shadow was enough to scare Ethan into silence. He immediately zipped his lips, not daring to utter another word.

Desperately, he used his eyes to signal Alaric to smooth things over, or else he'd be in trouble again.

Alaric, clueless about Ethan's desperate signaling, asked in confusion, "Ethan, what's with your eyes? Are you having a spasm or something?"

Ethan: "......

Thanks a lot, buddy, your eyes are the ones having a spasm!

He gave Alaric a look of utter despair, and upon noticing Lydia making her entrance, he immediately shrank into a corner, turned his head away, and pretended he hadn't said a thing.

Oblivious to the backstory, Alaric, genuinely concerned about his friend's condition, saw Lydia come in and curiously asked, "Dr. Lydia, what happened to my buddy here? How did he get these injuries?" "Ahem, he got into a bit of a scrap," Lydia coughed lightly, answering Alaric's question.

"What, someone actually did this to him!" Alaric was instinctively shocked, blurting out this question before suddenly realizing something and tentatively asking, "It wasn't you who did this, was it?" Just before, Ethan had mentioned his injuries were somehow related to Lydia, and Alaric hadn't thought much of it, assuming Lydia was just somehow involved.

a wedding, Lydia single-handedly held her ground against four bodyguards, coming out without a

realized just how formidable

that in mind, Alaric knew he

answer was obviously

Ethan instantly shot him a glaring

better, you might want to keep

Alaric a piece

asked, "Who

quickly covered Alaric's mouth with his hand, laughing and turning back to Lydia, "He's a bit

of his previous insolence. Now, with Alaric running his mouth, if Lydia was reminded of Ethan's inappropriate grab, who knows if she'd lose

bones were already aching; he couldn't take

her eyes at Ethan, hands in her lab coat pockets,

off, pulling the thermometer from under his arm and handing

and looked back at Alaric, "103 degrees Fahrenheit, and you're still in the mood

you get any warmer, you'll be gone,"

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