The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 214

Chapter 214: LORD HARRY

When the three girls returned to their hostels with clean clothes, it was nearly dark. They were completely satisfied and began arranging their clean laundry. "Have you packed yet?" Cindy asked Lydia.

"What should we pack? We are only going out for a few days. A few clothes will do," Lydia answered without much care.

"What do you know? Did you even look at the brochure? We are going to the beach, camping, and having a barbeque," Cindy said.

"We already have our tents from last year; what else is there?" Lydia asked.

"It seems you have forgotten about the mosquitoes. You have forgotten how you rolled all night from hunger. You have forgotten..." Elizabeth started to listen, and Lydia shook her head in an attempt to forget the incident.

"I will go to the store and pick up some things." She immediately started dressing.

"Don't be out too long; Mrs. Emmanuel is on shift. She will lock the hostel at midnight sharp," Ethel warned.

Lydia left the hostel and walked to the general store at the hotel's entrance. It was dark outside, and the university street lights were on. She walked into the store and immediately picked up some mosquito spray. According to the itinerary, they would be driving directly to camp. Only after camping for two nights would they go into two and stay at the hotel. She would not have time to shop for what she needed, so she picked up some water, drinks, and snacks. As she turned around, she walked into someone, dropping some snacks on the floor

"Sorry," they both seemed to apologize at the same time. While picking up her snacks, she glanced up at the man helping her pick some up and paused.

"Lord Harry!" she exclaimed, and he raised a brow at her address. Lydia immediately shut her mouth with one hand when she realized what she had just said.

into her basket

away, her seemingly frictionless shoes skidding on the white stone tile. Her running figure was quite amusing.

away,

someone right at the corner of his eye and frowned. The familiar man seemed to hold a woman's hands, caressing them gently. He walked around the shelves to stand where he could not be seen and stared at their figure. He could not see their faces well Chapjer

shelf. Unknown to him, he

a second ago.

shame wash over her. How could she have called him Lord Harry? She slapped her mouth as embarrassment washed up again at the thought of running away like that. She slid away. No, Lord Harry was a high-up being. Running into him is as rare as seeing hair grow on Professor Kingston's head. That she had seen him once means she had used up that probability. She would not meet him again; how would he remember the girl he bumped into once? He nodded her head as she understood this while adjusting her gold-rimmed round glasses, threatening to fall from her nose. But at

got it out of the way. But at that moment, he turned around sharply and clasped her mouth shut with one of his hands. He stepped forward, forcing her to

the couple paying at the register in front and had not noticed until he had pumped into someone. As she loudly started to speak, causing the couple to turn around, he turned sharply and clasped her mouth shut with his hands. Her brown eyes widened, and he wanted to struggle, so he wrapped his arm around her, holding

look past his arm to the only people at the register. At that moment, the couple picked up their

he said, noticing that she was the

to ask. Predicting where his question was going, she shook her head immediately. "Just now," he

one," she denied firmly, his head continuously shaking

which one called me that?" he asked, but she was too

the one that called you

that called me Lord Harry I

each

end of the aisle to find a blonde man no older than twenty-five standing there. He looked between them as

other.

hurried away. He watched her pick a

who is that?" the blonde