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.

her phone vibrated and she looked to find

friends today. One of his friends was throwing him a bash. He was still delusional thinking she liked him. If he went

she wanted to block him. She barely had the chance

to be really understanding when they started out, but he slowly became unreasonable, the more she backed

the need to tell him off,

nice," the text said and Lydia paused. He was delusional. He thought she was still one of his friends after what his friend had done

away her phone. She was going to have to deal with

next moment, her phone started vibrating. She could tell without looking that it

was noticed by the men in front. They could not see the text messages but

about forty-five minutes to get into town as the mansion was far from the city. When they arrived at

guessing that there was an exhibition going

immediately notified someone for confirmation before letting Lydia in with Harry and Mark. "There is no need to follow me, will not

can't run even if you want to. I can always find you,"

her

led them over to wait in Jason's office. After a few minutes, Jason Dale, a forty-five-year-old

Stone, I presume," he said, extending his hand for a

Ignore the tag-along. They are a bit clingy," Lydia excused Mark and Harry's presence as

but Jason seemed fine with it. He did not

Lydia commented hinting at

Jason sighed. "No, a celebrity booked the gallery for a birthday

something?" Lydia asked

few times on my requests but several collectors said you don't sell it, so

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

collector has requested

I am sure I