Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 453

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.

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

you get this?” she demanded, her fingers

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

as she placed the jar in Lydia’s palm, her

Betty barely even knew each other; there was no way Betty would have given it to her. Anne was curious about how

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bottle but she demanded it back soon after Anne woke up. Since she used up most of

it had saved Anne’s face. Anne remembered every detail. There was absolutely no way she

“Did

on its surface, she meticulously wiped it clean, treating it like the most precious treasure. Even though, to

with disbelief. Moon Scar Cream was far too precious and only a handful of people had it. Lydia’s family was just ordinary. Anne doubted that Lydia could possess something so

inspecting the 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 thin

desks blocking her way

bottle is so pretty, but it’s so fragile when dropped. Lydia, I can’t believe you’ve kept it so perfectly intact all this

noticed the crack on the bottle. She was used to see the cracked bottle. When she was little, she’d drop bottles like this all

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

It was quite fragile and would easily break, especially after being dropped and rolling

tiny knitted sleeve Lydia had

after three whole months, Lydia had still kept it in pristine condition, not a

me,” Lydia replied, her fingers gently tracing the crack in the fine porcelain. She had always treasured everything Zinnia gave her,

Lydia looked. Gently, she said, “Don’t be sad. I still have more bottles like this. I’ll ask Chandler to

Chandler to send me some more.