Love in the Limelight Novel novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Magee was thrilled to hear it. “Great, you guys carry on chatting. Kid, come on, I’ll take you to have some fun!”

Yay!!!” Roman stretched out his neck excitedly and kissed Astrid’s face. “See you~ I’ll miss you

“Okay.go play” Astrid patted Roman’s head and looked at Magee again, reminding him with worry, “Dad, find a hat for Roman and apply some sunscreen. His skin is delicate, he can’t be exposed to the sun too much, and…”

Before Astrid could finish speaking, Magee had already picked up Roman and was walking away, singing as he went.

Roman was laughing out loud, his little legs swinging In the air, having a blast.

Elio thought to himself, the little guy is leaving, he should say goodbye to him, right?

But he was wrong. Until Roman disappeared from his sight, Roman never looked back at him.

Like his dad didn’t exist.

Hawthorne at the window on the second floor was watching Astrid and Elio standing In the yard, his eyes dimming slightly.

“Mr. Lampard, Star, let’s go inside. It’s too hot outside…” Dailey made a gesture of invitation standing nearby. Astrid could tell that Dailey’s attitude towards Elio was a bit different.

Polite, but with a hint of fear.

Yes, fear.

But why would he be afraid of Elio?

*Sir, someone is looking for you.” The servant shouted at the door, and Dailey, stiffening, turned to Elio and said, “Mr. Lampard, I have something else to attend to, please excuse me.”

Elio nodded, “go do your things, don’t mind me.”

After Dailey left, Elio turned his attention back to Astrid.

“What am I doing here? Of course, I’m here to check on the patient.” Elio responded calmly, then added, “And by the way, I wanted to see what your fiancé looks like.“. Hearing the word “fiancé“, Astrid was speechless, “He’s not my fiancé, we broke off the engagement a long time ago, do you know him? Why are you here stirring the pot?” “Star, come here.” Hawthorne’s gentle voice came from the doorway. Astrid looked up and saw Hawthorne sitting in a wheelchair at the door.

She gently closed her mouth, then quickly stepped forward, “Hawthorne, how are you feeling?”

“As soon as I see you, I can’t feel any pain.” Hawthorne smiled faintly, as comforting as a spring breeze, “Hello Mr. Lampard, my Star is a bit rude, I hope you don’t mind.”

My Star?