The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Ethan had never felt anything like it before this tingling, electrifying sensation that coursed through his entire being. He'd been with many women, but none had made his blood ignite with just a simple touch the way Lydia did. He couldn't help but steal glances at her.

Tall and lean, her physique was the result of consistent workouts, with muscles toned and far from fragile. Her face had the classic beauty reminiscent of runway models if she ever chose to glam up, which she seldom did. Preferring a natural look, her skin bore a healthy tan from the sun's embrace. Up close, Ethan admired her smooth, supple skin. Accidentally brushing his cheek against hers felt like silk, igniting a fire within him. Her nose was petite and perky, and though her eyes were not large, they were beautifully framed by dense, curled lashes. She was the kind of beauty that grew on you.

But Lydia didn't play up her looks; she was a tomboy through and through, both in spirit and strength, outmatching anyone who dared challenge her. Yet, this unassuming woman stirred something different in Ethan.

"Do I have something on my face?" Lydia suddenly asked, disrupting his thoughts.

Caught off guard, Ethan quickly looked away, replying, "No, nothing."

"And why were you staring?" Lydia's acuity wasn't something Ethan could easily contend with.

Busted, Ethan didn't show any embarrassment. Instead, he joked with a laugh, "Because you're beautiful."

Lydia's mood darkened, her heart skipping a beat as she sternly said, "Keep it up, and I'll leave you on the roadside to fend for yourself!"

Hearing the serious tone in her voice, Ethan dared not push further, quickly conceding, "Alright, alright, I'll zip it. Don't be mad."

Despite her threats, Lydia ended up carrying Ethan back to the clinic. It was after hours, and Dr. Funke had already left, leaving them the only ones there. She had him lie down on the examination bed, taking his pulse with a focused expression, making her seem even more

attractive in Ethan's eyes.

Soon, Lydia let go of his wrist, standing up in anger, "You lied to me! There's nothing wrong with your organs!"

She had been genuinely concerned

about him, thinking he had a severe

internal injury. The mix of being deceived and her prior worry madeContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Lydia furious, her breaths heavy with

anger.

Seeing her upset, Ethan quickly sat up, trying to explain, "I was really in pain, probably from a bruise, not an organ issue. Look, I'm really hurt!"

As he spoke, he lifted his shirt to

reveal a large swollen bruise on his abdomen. It was too late for Lydia to look away, she saw the extent of his injury, confirming he was indeed hurt. It seemed his pain was indeed from the bruise, not an internal issue. He hadn't meant to deceive her; he simply hadn't distinguished between the types of injuries.