The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Watching Thalassa's emotions ripple was like witnessing the warm turbulence of spring waters. With just one look, he had her completely enraptured. Thalassa felt a warmth in her eyes as she nodded at Lysander, "Sure, next time we'll visit Aunt Mary."

What moved her was Lysander's immediate reference to her aunt as "Aunt Mary," not "your aunt." He had integrated himself into her family, embracing her relatives as his own. It was a small designation, but it's often in the details where the deepest impact is made.

"Are you tired? Let's rest for a bit," Lysander suggested, noticing the glistening in Thalassa's eyes and mistaking it for sadness. He wrapped her in his embrace, comforting her with a gentle voice.

That morning, he had woken her up early for a visit to the Harper cemetery for a memorial service. Up until now, she hadn't rested, and Lysander thought she was just tired. Nestled in Lysander's broad, warm embrace, Thalassa smiled, closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep. With him by her side, her heart felt warm.

David, driving in front, caught glimpses of Lysander and Thalassa's tender moments in the rearview mirror, finding it impossible to look away. Man, their sweetness was more intoxicating than honey. Originally there to drive, David found himself unintentionally indulging in their displays of affection. But this was one serving of "dog food" he happily consumed.

He was eager to see Lysander and Thalassa together, delighted by their love for each other. Having witnessed the trials and tribulations of their love story, David felt more joy for their union than even their parents might.

The next day, Lydia was back at the clinic, attending to patients as usual. In walked a man dressed in a crisp white suit, his charm and wit as apparent as his dashing appearance: "Ah, tackling another challenging case, I see." His tone immediately rubbed Lydia the wrong way.

Her gaze, sharp enough to cut,

landed on Ethan, who was grinning mischievously. Clad in a pristine white suit that complemented his handsome, aristocratic, and playful demeanor, he was indeed a sight for sore eyes. But Lydia couldn't stand him!

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Especially since he didn't come empty-handed today, holding a bouquet of fiery red roses! The roses partially obscured his face, revealing a smug smile and bright, squinting eyes filled with mirth as he looked at her What was he up to now?

Lydia rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed, "Back off, don't disturb me!" Couldn't he see she was in the middle of a consultation? If his interruption led to a misdiagnosis, could he bear the consequences?

"Don't be so fierce. A little gentleness is more becoming of a woman. Too harsh, and you'll age prematurely," Ethan teased innocently. Lydia glared at him.

The patient Lydia was attending to was a kindly old lady in her seventies. She looked at Ethan with a warm smile, "Young man, those flowers you're holding are beautiful. Are they for our dear Dr. Lydia?"

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Lydia was known for her kind heart, often providing free consultations to the elderly and patiently educating them on chronic illness prevention and care. Everyone adored her affectionately calling her "Lydia." NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Hearing this nickname made Lydia inwardly cringe. It was one thing for the elderly patients to call her that in private, but in front of Ethan, it was utterly embarrassing.

"With her being so fierce, calling her Lydia? From what I see, there's nothing sweet about her," Ethan remarked, scrutinizing Lydia with a playful tone.