The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Ethan's subtle movement didn't escape Lydia's notice.

With a piercing gaze, Lydia checked his pulse and said, "What's this, another case of cramps?"

"It's not cramps, I was just..." Ethan began to explain.

"And what would that be?" Lydia cut in.

Meeting Lydia's innocently clueless eyes, Ethan swallowed his words. She was a woman who had clearly never dabbled in romance, blissfully unaware of the subtleties of male-female interactions. Even the natural reactions of physical contact seemed foreign to her. Locking eyes with her genuine gaze, Ethan cracked a smile and said, "You're right, I've developed another 'cramping' issue. I'm counting on Dr. Lydia to take a closer look."

"A grown man and yet so full of issues," Lydia retorted, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

Ethan kept his smile, responding, "Yeah, how does a big guy like me end up with so many issues? Lucky for me, I found Dr. Lydia, the gentle, kind-hearted, and skilled physician."

Ugh.

Lydia nearly gagged at his words. How could he manage a fake laugh while simultaneously buttering her up? He didn't believe his own words, did he?

someone called me a quack doctor yesterday,"

that under the intense pain he had disparaged Lydia just the day before, now puffing up in a mock display of chivalry to

you're willing to deal with yourself, I might just spend an extra half

"You scolding me means I'm not

"I'm warning

Lydia had attributed Ethan's

frequent 'harassments'-whether it

seeking her acupuncture services, sending roses out of

blue, or now, making

comments-to him being a

fet

first

with her. This man

in her hands. He yelped in pain, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please spare me this once, ma'am." Considering his sincere apology, Lydia finally released his hand, saying irritably, "Your heart's fine, and so are your

pants. Sleeping around too much is bad for