Chapter 222

The bodyguard stooped and said, “We don’t have any ties with the Lampard family; they wouldn’t invite us.”

“No sweat.” Hawthorne chuckled lightly, speaking in a gentle tone, “I’ve got my ways. Let’s roll.”

Hawthorne closed his eyes, seeming to ponder something, and a smile tugged at his lips.

The bodyguard opened the car door, only to find the blue roses inside had started to wilt.

Hawthorne gently touched the petals, smiling warmly, “Hang in there; we’re heading home soon.”

When Elio came back, Astrid and Roman were not in the living room.

The kitchen was filled with Astrid and Roman’s singing; their off–key notes were oddly in sync.

Their voices sounded incredibly harmonious.

Astrid exclaimed, “How am I this good–looking!!”

went, “Whoa–whoa whoa whoa whoa

to do with all these good–looks!!!”

went, “Whoa

Elio fell silent.

lyrics, he wouldn’t have a clue what they were singing.

completely out of tune.

He saw Roman using a bitter gourd as a microphone and shaking

even considerately put on a mask, afraid her spit would splash on the food

melted instantly when he saw the two of

Hawthorne had spoken to him about the same topic:

curious, but he wouldn’t

pried into his past, what right did he have to probe

protect everything he had right now and protect his loved

next morning, Astrid didn’t get up

sofa. She bent over and pinched his cheeks, “Roman, I need to go to work; I’ll

“Don’t worry about me; Uncle Jon

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