Love in the Limelight

Chapter 219

Hawthorne cradled his cup of tea but didn’t drink it. “I know I’m not in the best shape, so I wanted to see Astrid.”

‘Oh, have you eaten? Want me to fix you something?” Although Elio had no love for his competitor, the guy was sick and had traveled a long way. He had to play the gracious host.

“No need; I just want to rest a bit. I’ll leave once Astrid gets back.” Hawthorne’s smile was gentle and gave off a refined air.

But Roman hadn’t forgotten that scary look Hawthorne shot him at the door.

Roman lingered in the living room for a while before heading to his room alone. He even dragged a small stool to barricade his door.

The silence in the living room between Elio and Hawthorne was deafening. Bored, Elio found some scissors and began trimming the flowers at home. Before he could finish, Astrid’s voice echoed from outside. “Elio, help me with the fish! It’s about to jump out!”

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Hearing her, Elio immediately dropped what he was doing and went to help Astrid.

Astrid handed all the groceries to Elio. She looked slightly disappointed when she didn’t see Roman. “Where’s my little one? Why didn’t he come to greet me?”

sleeping, Oh, and we have a guest.” Once Elio finished speaking, Astrid entered the house

Hawthorne. “Are you out of your mind? The high–altitude pressure could kill you, yet you dare to travel

mad. I didn’t fly. I took a cruise and then the high–speed train. I’m worn out from trying to see you. You need to make it up to

that everything he

made it clear three years ago. Life is so precious; why are you wasting it?” Astrid was really tired. She couldn’t remember how many times she had rejected Hawthorne.

was such

Astrid and said softly, “What’s the point of my life without you?”

know what to say to Hawthorne.

softly, “Astrid, don’t worry. I can sleep

was not pleased

would leave once he

he wanted to crash on the

stepped forward, “Considering your health, the couch is not ideal, and the air quality in the city is not conducive to your recovery. I have

but his face still held a smile, “The suburbs? Isn’t that

houses. Stay as long as you like.” Astrid finished speaking and squatted down, ready to

hand, “Astrid, what

pulse. Stop dawdling.” Astrid reached out again, but Hawthorne still refused.

check your pulse so