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

“What to do with all

went, “Whoa whoa

Elio fell silent.

lyrics, he wouldn’t have

out

peeked in. He saw Roman using a bitter gourd as a microphone and shaking his booty with all his might. His chubby cheeks were

a mask, afraid her spit would

when he saw

Hawthorne had spoken to

he

past, what right did he have to probe into hers?

everything he had right

morning, Astrid didn’t get up until

the sofa. She bent over and pinched his cheeks, “Roman, I need

me; Uncle Jon will come play games with me

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