Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 453

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The two–day monthly break flew by in a flash. “Whoa, slow down. Stop chasing me!” playful shouts rang out from behind Lydia, followed by the sounds of students laughing and running.

Lydia sat quietly at her desk, idly twirling a dainty bottle in her hands. Her downcast eyes studied the vessel in her palm as her slender fingers absently traced the lid. It was an unconscious habit whenever she was lost in thought. Her face showed no particular emotion.

Lydia stared at the half–empty jar of Moon Scar Cream. ‘I heard he was badly injured. Should I go see him or not?‘ she wondered, fingers tightening around the jar.

Just then, someone shouted, “Crap, I’m gonna fall!”

Right the next second, Lydia felt a jolt on her shoulder. The precious bottle slipped from her grasp and went flying.

She shot to her feet, shoved the person behind her aside, and snapped, “Get lost!” Her voice was icy as she hurried after the bottle rolling quickly across the floor.

The boys who’d been horsing around behind her suddenly realized their mistake and all stopped dead. “Oh, sorry, Lydia!” they blurted out, looking sheepish.

The round bottle spun rapidly across the polished floor.

Zinnia had just left Maisie’s seat when she spotted a bottle rolling across the floor. She instinctively reached for it, but a chair blocked her way. By the time she managed to push the chair aside, the bottle had already rolled out of reach.

“What’s going on?” The slight commotion over here caught the attention of those who had been watching them closely.

Anne walked into the classroom, her backpack slung over one shoulder. Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed something rolled to a stop at her feet. She bent down, picked it up, and stared at it in disbelief.

blocking her way and rushed forward. “Watch your step. Don’t step on

Lydia, her grip on the bottle unyielding. “Where did you get this?” she demanded, her fingers whitening around the bottle as she looked up, eyes flashing

it back.” Lydia’s voice turned icy as she saw Anne clutching her precious bottle. She thrust out

Anne’s hand trembled as she placed the jar

for no reason, especially not something valuable. Anne and Betty barely even knew each other; there was no way Betty would have given it to her. Anne

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it back soon after Anne woke up. Since she used up

Its healing properties were miraculous, and it had saved Anne’s face. Anne remembered every detail. There was absolutely no

“Did

on its surface, she meticulously wiped it clean, treating it like the most

yours? Did you make what’s inside?” Anne asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. Moon Scar Cream was far too precious and only a handful of people had it. Lydia’s family was

bottle for any scratches. Her fingers traced its surface anxiously until her gaze froze on a hairline fracture near the rim. “It’s cracked. Her pale lips pressed into a

Zinnia walked over now that the desks blocking her way

so fragile when dropped. Lydia, I can’t believe you’ve kept it so

Lydia’s gaze and noticed the crack on the bottle. She was used to see the cracked bottle.

whole crate of these for her. Whenever it was about to run out, he’d somehow procure a bunch more from who

a smooth, glossy glaze. It was

was the tiny knitted sleeve Lydia had carefully

that after three whole months, Lydia had still kept it in pristine condition, not a single scratch on it. Lydia treasured it like

gently tracing the crack in the fine porcelain. She had always treasured everything Zinnia gave her, protecting each one with care. Now, seeing the damage, her eyes

bottles

she didn’t have any at home right now. She planned, thinking, ‘I’ll ask Chandler to send me some more. Since Lydia likes them