The Billionaire's Mistake

Chapter 282: Lydia’s Ex

Lydia looked at Harry Incredulously. There was no way she was letting him follow her anywhere.

As though he could read her mind, Harry walked closer.

"If you want to meet that gallery director, this is the only way," he said and she went pale. Was he listening to her call while he was downstairs? How good were his ears?

She could tell he was serious. If she wanted to leave the house, she had to leave with him. He had been acting this way for a while and it was frustrating how clingy he was being.

Harry did not care. He was not stupid. It took a while, but he suddenly realised his girlfriend was from the stone family. He was not worried about the Madisons, Shaws or even the Greys hurting her. He was worried about those her family had sword allegiance to.

"You should go in and change, you don't want to meet him that way, right?" he asked and she nodded, turned around and walked back into the house.

No matter what, she had a meeting she needed to attend and had no time to deal with them.

She rushed upstairs and changed into a plait dress, before rushing down. She did not bother to dry her hair, figuring it would dry on the drive there. When she stepped out of the house, a car was waiting at the front door. She noted that Harry was in the driver's seat and Mark sat in front next to him. She opened the car door and sat in the back quietly.

"I am going to the Hyacinth Gallery. Do you know where it is?" she asked them and Harry nodded.

On the drive over, she winded down the glass to let air into the car. She wanted to dry out her hair.

Harry lifted his eyes and watched Lydia through the rear view mirror. He saw Lydia running her hand through her hair, using the wind as a blow-dryer.

Harry felt his throats go dry as he watched her. She was beautiful. Being watched that long, Lydia finally noticed Harry's heated gaze. It made her uncomfortable. She wondered if he were judging her for using the wind to dry her hair, so she stuck out her tongue at him and looked away.

The little action made Harry turn hot. He was not sure what to do with her.

find that it was a text from her ex Aiden. For some reason, seeing his

be joining his friends today. One of his friends was throwing him a bash. He was still delusional thinking she liked

stressed her, so she wanted to block him.

she had ever met. He used to be really understanding when they started out, but he slowly became

had no money but was asking for a gift? Lydia suddenly felt the need to tell him off, but before she could

was delusional. He thought she was still one of his friends after what his friend had

a good time," Lydia texted back and put away her phone. She was going to have to deal with Aiden sometime soon, but she

She could tell without looking that it was Aiden calling but

see the text messages but could tell her mood had gotten

mansion was far from the city. When they arrived at the Hyacinth Gallery, there

her way past them, guessing that there was an exhibition going

expecting me," she informed the security guards. They immediately notified someone for confirmation before letting Lydia in with Harry and Mark. "There is no need to follow me, will not be running away," Lydia

to. I can

her

office. After a few minutes, Jason Dale, a forty-five-year-old man with dark brown hair walked in. He looked at

said, extending his hand for a handshake

meet you, Mr. Dale. Ignore the tag-along. They are a bit clingy," Lydia excused Mark

seemed fine with it. He

seems you are busy today," Lydia commented hinting at

celebrity booked the gallery for a birthday gift and

asked when they all took

several collectors said you don't sell it, so I was hoping I could change your mind," Jason

to explode. She didn't sell? Her art has been requested by collectors?

collector has requested for

am sure I