The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Ethan was sprawled out on the bed, his body a canvas of discomfort. Lydia, despite her frequent irritation with him, had a duty to perform. She approached, bending over in front of him to carefully remove the acupuncture needles one by one.

It seemed Ethan could feel her breath on his back, gentle and shallow, a stark contrast to her normally fierce demeanor.

As she leaned in, a faint, pleasant fragrance emanated from her, enveloping Ethan in its subtlety.

Ethan's heartbeat rhythmically altered, captivated by her presence.

With his hands clasped under his chin, a smirk adorned his lips. "So, Lydia, what do you think of this bod? Muscular and fit, right?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Lydia's movements halted, fully aware of the playful challenge in his tone. With deliberate precision, she twisted the needles slightly deeper into his skin, her teeth clenched. "Oh, it's sturdy alright. Typically, sturdy muscles don't mind a bit of pain!"

"Ouch, ouch, OUCH! Easy, easy!" Ethan winced, his face contorting in pain.

to be tough?

her. After years of military service and rigorous training, she had seen her fair share of muscular men and was hardly impressed. Ethan's physique, in her eyes,

of stone, you know? How could it not hurt?" Ethan gasped, still reeling from

as stone, didn't you know?" Lydia

head home now," she said, packing away

where the needles had been. "You really don't have

gaze sharp enough to silence him. Hastily, Ethan

replied lightly, secretly

yet also feeling a sense of loss. Lydia's indifference to his charms was both baffling and

let it go, Ethan dialed Thalassa as soon