\"Come on, you're a big-shot CEO, and you just roam around without any bodyguards?\" Lydia asked, her tone laced with disbelief. "Lysander always rolls deep with his entourage. And here you are, Ethan, not a single martial arts move up your sleeve, walking around "I came here for you, so I didn't bring any bodyguards," Ethan explained. "I was worried bringing too many would make you think I'm just showing off."

unprotected."

Lydia chuckled, shaking her head. "Why would I care whether you bring bodyguards or not? Why would I think you're showing off?"

"See? I'm just too worried about what you think of me," Ethan said, a hint of frustration in his voice. "You... I..." Lydia found herself at a loss for words. She was both annoyed and embarrassed.

She was trying to have a serious conversation, and here he was, diverting the topic to her.

Does this guy ever stop flirting, no matter the time or place?

"Alright, alright, let's just drop it. My bad, okay?" Ethan quickly apologized upon seeing Lydia's flustered expression. He realized she was a woman who had never been in a relationship before; even the slightest hint of romance and she was out of her depth. He knew he had to tread lightly. Lydia was sensitive and inexperienced. The last thing he wanted was to genuinely upset her.

"You should just go to the hospital. I can't be bothered to argue with you anymore." Lydia had just finished dealing with a few troublemakers with such elegance and precision, yet now she found herself blushing over Ethan's words.

She really didn't want to continue this conversation with Ethan.

man, never serious for

must have some antiseptic at your place, right? How about

would I take you home with me?" Lydia glared

my car, I can't exactly drive back,"

and without

stomach... it hurts so bad," Ethan

paying him no

pain... it's not my stomach, it's my spleen. Did they rupture my spleen?" Ethan's agonized voice continued from behind. Lydia

it... I'm dying..." Ethan's voice

resolve melted, and she quickly turned around, walking back

over, clutching his stomach, unable to straighten up and looking genuinely

approached and supported him, asking worriedly, "What's

to grab her hand, feigning weakness. "I don't think I can make it, Dr. Lydia.

let

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