The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

"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.

The drama from yesterday was his doing, an attempt to bridge the gap between them, which had backfired spectacularly.

now would just

the corner and disappear from his sight, Ethan sighed

worthy of asking Lydia

couldn't muster the enthusiasm for anything, 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 reached

Thalassa's visits to the company where

practically

assured her

be exclusively produced and distributed by his company,

jewelry designer still employed at the firm,

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the affluent Falconer family but rather a regular

had handed over

than sufficient for their family of four, Hertha wasn't one to rest