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 name was 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. ‘I know it is him; stop calling; I 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 thi