Love in the Limelight Novel novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99

Astrid hopped into the car, swiftly nabbed the red wine from Robb’s hand, and downed it in one go, “Holy cow, Robb, your wine is seriously the bomb. I’ve been going nuts missing this taste!”

Robb lifted his head and adjusted his glasses, grinning like a Cheshire cat at the little lady before him, “All you think about is wine, not even about me, huh?”

“Who says I don’t miss Robb? Of all the bros in the house, you’re the only one I’d put my money on.” Astrid snuggled up to Robb’s arm, cooing, “Robb, you’re classy, noble, handsome, charming, gentlemanly, generous, tender… all the good words in the world can’t do justice to your perfection!”

Robb’s temples throbbed; he impatiently grabbed a box of wine from the side, “Here, take it.”

“Thanks, Robb!” Astrid shoved Robb’s arm away and clutched the box of red wine like it was some precious treasure, “Robb, didn’t you go to the Europe branch? What brings you to Sunhaven? Are you here to see Dale?”

“No, Dad sent me to check on you. Robb bowed his head with an expressionless face, looking relatively normal.

Astrid raised an eyebrow at his words, a smirk creeping onto her lips, “Stop playing, Robb, if you weren’t here to see Dale, then why did you bring your homemade blueberry wine? We all hate it, only Dale loves it; you even developed this flavor for him, and…”

“Mhm mhm mhm…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Robb covered Astrid’s mouth with his hand, ” Astrid, if you keep on yammering, I’ll chuck you out of the car.”

“Oh yeah, that guy, Elio, right? You’re not a spring chicken anymore, I wouldn’t object if you dated, but he’s not good enough for you.”

In the eyes of the Brooke family, no one was good enough for Star.

So when she was feeling down, she liked to spend time with Robb, making wine together by picking fruits on the farm; it was a great feeling.

“Star, it’s time for you to leave,” Robb said again.

Astrid suddenly fell silent; this guy told her to leave, “Seems like your boyfriend is more important than me; your rank in my heart has dropped to sixth now.”

“Sixth?” Robb raised an eyebrow, grinning, “Besides those people, who else is ahead of me?”

Astrid arrogantly lifted her head, “Pinky, Pinky loves me the most; whenever I come home, it brings me slippers! Not like some people, who abandon their weak little sister on a deserted street in the middle of the night to see their sweetheart!”