Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)

Chapter 486

"Alright," Maddox said, striding forward with Astrid and the others trailing behind.

Elio lowered his voice, "Legends of spirits haunting this hill have been around forever. Someone's

probably just using it as an excuse to stir up trouble."

"Mmhmm, figured as much. So, I've prepared a little surprise for them," Astrid chuckled mischievously,

turning to boast to Elio about her homemade concoction, "You see—" But as she turned, her lips

brushed against his cheek in an unexpected kiss!

Online Chatroom-

[OMG!!! My ship just sailed, they KISSED!]

[Mr. Lampard is such a tease, he totally knew Astrid would turn and just waited for it!]

[Props to the cameraperson for catching that moment!]

[Dude, Mr. Lampard is shameless, stealing a kiss in front of everyone!]

[This is it, he's gonna get smacked by Astrid!] NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Just as the chat predicted, Astrid's foot lashed out, nailing Elio with a solid kick.

The chat erupted - [LOL, who would've thought!]

Astrid truly hadn't expected Elio to pull something like that. One kick didn't satisfy her anger, so she

delivered another, "Elio, are you asking for it?"

It was just a brush of the lips, but in Elio's mind, it was close enough to a kiss, and he was in high

spirits, "Maybe a little. Why don't you help me loosen up, darling?"

Astrid was speechless.

The chat was loving the drama, [Astrid, hit him!]

[What to do with a man who won't listen? Easy, just beat some sense into him, LOL]

[I can't even watch soap operas anymore, they just don't cut it. They're all 'you're playing with fire, lady!'

Nothing beats the raw entertainment of Mr. Lampard and Astrid!]

[I thought all these TV tycoons were untouchable, but Mr. Lampard's got to be the most unfortunate

one yet, haha. But our Astrid is so fierce, she doesn't even take him seriously.]

"We're here," Maddox's voice suddenly calmed the excited online viewers as everyone focused on the

dark screen.

A sense of tension crept in.

Astrid stepped forward, sweeping the area with her flashlight. She then crouched down, searching the

ground.

Joana muttered under her breath, "All for show."

Parrish overheard and was immediately annoyed, "Why don't you say that a little louder, huh?

Whispering behind people's backs? All for show? Why don't you try doing better? And what's with you,

Joana? Can't you ever just chill out?"

When Parrish confronted her, Joana immediately played the victim, "I was just complaining a little. Did

you have to yell at me?"

"Yell?" Parrish was taken aback, "This is yelling? You haven't seen yelling. I—"

A faint, whimpering cry drifted from the nearby woods, sending a chill down Parrish's spine.

It was the sound of a woman crying.

The sound was soft and brief.

Thinking he might be imagining things since no one else seemed to react, Parrish was about to

continue his quarrel with Joana when she suddenly rushed forward and clung to him, crying out, "You

hear that? It's the ghost! She's crying! She's crying! I told you all not to mess with these things,

sometimes superstitions are worth believing in. I saw posts online about this place, warning us of things

here we should respect, but you just had to come!"