The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 216

Chapter 216. Camp

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Chapter 216: Camp

"Lydia! Lydia!" Cindy called in a little whisper behind her seat by the window toward Lydia, who was pretending

to see and hear nothing. From Cindy's frantic calling, Lydia already knew he was definitely the one seated next to

her. This only solidified her determination to look outside the window. Even though she had whispered, Harry still

heard her. When he heard her nwas Lydia, he raised a brow. How many Lydia's could there be in this

university? What are the odds of him meeting one?

Lydia pulled her phone out and furiously texted Cindy. 'l know it is him; stop calling; | am pretending to be dead,"

her text read. Only then did Cindy stop calling.

"Hurry up and greet the Lord; we need to store up on good karma," Cindy responded.

'Be respectful. We need more blessings for this trip, Ethel joins the chat. Looking at their texts, Lydia grimaced.

How should she explain to them that she had met him last night? Most of all, because she did not say anything

last night, they would think she was hiding things from them. After a small prayer, she turned around and looked

towards Harry. The moment she looked up, she met his eyes, staring right at her.

"Good morning," she said.

"No more pretending you didn't see me?" he asked.

"How is that possible? | was just interested in something happening outside the window," she said awkwardly. To

this, he glanced out the window beside her to see nothing but a concrete wall a bit away and nodded.

"Yes, very interesting," he said, and she gave an awkward smile and returned to staring

outside.

Soon, they began their journey. Lydia pretended he was not sitting nearby, put on the she was watching

the previous night, and smacked on her donuts and milk tea. When she was done, she put the empty cup and

paper box beside her, but he offered to put them away. Seeing his hand raised to her, waiting for her to hand her

the nylon with the cup and box, she hesitated before handing it to him.

"Thank you," she said, and he got up and went in front of the bus to put it in the waste bin. Her phone buzzed

the next moment with texts. She did not need to look to know who they were from. Seeing as she was not

responding fast enough, Cindy looked back hurriedly before Harry got back.

"We told you to be respectful! Don't mess with the karma of our room!" she said. Ether could no longer hold it in

and stuck her head around her chair to look behind at Lydia.

"Do not letspank you, child," she warned, and she returned to her set quickly. After being scolded, Lydia

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and wrote a long explanation, detailing her shameful sliding away, leaving out the awkward position they

were in at the end, and explaining how she ran hoping he would not recognize her, but from what she saw, he

probably did. When her roommates read

her uarry was already back in his seat.

"A child that commits sin and dares not tell her parents," Cindy exclaimed loudly, hoping Lydia could hear them

from behind.

"Have you seen the child you raised?" Ethel blamed Cindy: "See what good thing your child has gone to do."

Lydia felt like spanking them. Her roommates were tic people. Every tshe does something stupid, they

start mimicking her parents in Chinese s, acting as though she has disgraced them.

When Harry saw Lydia texting, he was sure she was talking to her friends seated in front.

"Lydia, was it?" he asked, and the clamoring girls seemed to calm down. Even a fool could tell they were

listening. Lydia glanced at Harry briefly before nodding.

"Lady Lydia, then," he said, and she dared not look at him. Hearing his words, the girls in front started clamoring

again.

"See what your daughter has gone and done?" Cindy scolded Ethel.

"She was usually well behaved; how could we know she would go behind our backs?" Ethel

answered.

"Tellnow, what are we supposed to do?" Cindy asked. Unable to take it anymore, Lydia stood and leaned over

her friends' seats.

"Mother, father, If you don't remember where you are, | will remind you." Lydia warned them both dangerously.

"She is rebelling. She has grown and is rebelling," Cindy cried tically.

"Go to sleep!" Lydia scolded through her teeth and sat down in a huff. Not bothering to explain to Harry, who

looked curious, she put on her earpiece and closed her eyes to sleep. Given that she had not slept all night, it did

not take long for her to fall asleep. "Wake up, we are there." She heard a voice call and woke up to Harry's

smiling eyes. Realizing that she was sleeping on his shoulder, she sat up quickly.

"lI am so sorry," she apologized, and she looked outside the window to find that it was already afternoon. She

took out her phone to check the tas one of their professors got up to give

instructions.

"The camp is not far from here, so we will stop for a bit. Visual arts and photography should cwith me. The

rest

luggage in the bus; can go over to camp and set up a bit," he announced. "Leave your

luggage in the bus; we will only be there for ten minutes."

"Sir, if we are not far, why can't we just set up first and go over? That way, we don't need to

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rush," someone suggested, and the rest followed,

"Shush it. I invited a few guests to cover this afternoon for you guys. Are you going to keep them waiting?"

he asked, and they slowly settled down. Lydia joined them out of the bus with a mini craft bag she usually

carried,

She joined her department all the way through a small plum groove. At the edge of the groove was a small rock

formation. Two men stood before the rock. When they saw who they were, their eyes almost popped.

"I don't need to introduce these two to you, right?" Their professor said, "They were in the area and only had a

bit of tbefore returning." These two were quite famous in the fine arts and photography spaces. Excitement

brewed quickly,

While Lydia was away, Harry and the rest arrived at camp. They were asked to help unload the luggage of those

who were not around before joining the rest at the campsite..

"Was that sister-in-law?" Mark asked.

"You said she doesn't look ordinary," he said, but Harry ignored him.

"Put away your luggage and begin making your tents." Instructions went out, and everyone becbusy. It did

not take long for both the visual arts and photography departments to return. By the tthey were back, the

rest had set up their tents and were preparing dinner. As the sun had started to lower.

"Madison! Let us go fishing by the river!" A graduate professor called out to Harry, but he just turned around and

started walking away.

"This is an art faculty trip, but why are business management and computer science graduate students here?"

Ethel could not help but ask Lydia, who was putting away their things. Her voice was not low, so quite a few

people heard her. It was not that others did not want to ask this; only she dared to do it while the people in

question were there.

"To gain much-needed sunlight, sof them will soon be mistaken for a vampire." Lydia answered offhandedly

as she pitched her tent.

"We are coming to observe and be inspired, but why are they here?"