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!!”

whoa whoa

“What to do with

went, “Whoa whoa whoa…”

Elio fell silent.

it weren’t for the lyrics, he wouldn’t have a clue

were completely out

kitchen door and peeked in. He saw Roman using a bitter gourd as a microphone and shaking his booty with all his

considerately put on a mask, afraid her

melted instantly when he saw the

and Hawthorne had spoken to

but he

she never pried into his past, what right did he have to probe into

protect everything he had right now and

next morning, Astrid didn’t get

see Roman playing games on the sofa. She bent over and pinched his

about me; Uncle Jon will come

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