The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

\"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 unprotected."

"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." 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.

This man, never serious for a moment.

Ethan continued to follow her. "Dr. Lydia, you must have some antiseptic at your place, right? How about I come with you?"

"Why on Earth would I take you home with me?" Lydia glared at him.

"They smashed up my car, I can't exactly drive back," Ethan said, looking pitiful and innocent.

"Take a taxi!" Lydia was firm, and without another word, she walked away.

"Oh, my stomach... it hurts so bad," Ethan suddenly cried out in pain.

Lydia kept walking, paying him no mind.

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

Lydia felt a tug at her heart but didn't stop walking.

"Oh, this is it... I'm dying..." Ethan's voice grew even more pained, almost unbearable.

Lydia's resolve melted, and she quickly turned around, walking back to Ethan.

He was bent over, clutching his stomach, unable to straighten up and looking genuinely in discomfort.

Lydia approached and supported him, asking worriedly, "What's wrong? Can you hold on?"

Ethan seized the opportunity to grab

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

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"Shut up, you're not going to die," Lydia scolded sharply, refusing to let him speak negatively. "Just save your breath. I'll get you to the medical center."

She helped him up, his arm around her shoulders, bearing his weight as they moved forward together.

Ethan nestled against Lydia, his face

close to hers, close enough to catch que scent - like lemon, sweet

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As his face accidentally brushed against hers, sparks flew, setting off fireworks inside him.