Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Elio was worried Astrid might say no, so he added another sentence, you will be away for a while, and

Roman will miss you very much. Just spend one more night with him, okay?”

Astrid looked at Roman, who was still furrowing his brows in his sleep, and agreed

She had a special fondness for Roman. Every time she looked at him, she felt an inexplicable sense of

intimacy.

Seeing Roman always reminded her of her own child, and she wondered how her child were doing

now.

As the car pulled into the villa, Roman kept holding her hand tightly. Astrid had no choice but to hold

him and get out of the car.

Lucas Lampard, who was in the guest room of the villa, heard the movement outside and immediately

sat up and looked out. His view was blocked by the trees in the yard, so he couldn’t see the person’s

face clearly, but he could tell it was a woman.

A woman with long flowing hair and a very good figure.

And the woman was holding Roman.

“Hello Ms. Irvine.” The butler Wylie greeted her quickly, then stretched out his hand and said, “Ms.

Irvine, Roman has gained quite a bit of weight recently. Let me hold him.” Astrid shook her head. “No

need, I will just do it.”

Wylie Alright The young master’s room is the second on the left upstairs.”

“Okay, thanks” Carrying Roman upstairs, Astrid gently put him down. But the little guy still didn’t let her

go, and she didn’t have the heart to forcibly pry his hand off, so she just slept holding him.

She thought that she would let go when Roman fell asleep, but she was too tired from playing in the

amusement park, and she fell asleep as soon as she lay down. When Elio went upstairs, he saw the

two of them, asleep in each other’s arms, which warmed his heart slightly.

He tiptoed over and gently pulling up the blanket to cover them, then bent down to place a light kiss on

Astrid’s forehead before leaving the room and quietly closing the

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Meanwhile, in a villa in the same neighborhood.

Amanda Lampard was chatting with a group of old ladies when suddenly her phone rang. She glanced

at it and saw a message from Lucas Lampard: “Granny, uncle brought a beautiful woman home, do you

want to come and see?”

“I have to go. I’ve got something to handle. Let’s make an appointment another day.” Amanda stood up

and headed out, leaving the other old ladies puzzled. They just saw her hustle upstairs, shouting, “Matt,

Matt! Come on, quit your gardening, we’ve got an emergency!”

This was the first time in ages that Elio had brought a girl home!

Matthew Lampard had a son in his later years, not having Elio until he was 40, and now he was almost

70.

He adjusted his reading glasses as he slowly walked over from the balcony. Looking at Amanda, who

was picking out clothes in front of the mirror, he grumbled, “How old are you? Is there any difference in

what you wear?” “What do you know? When I meet my daughter–in–law for the first time, I have to give

her a good impression. I have to choose a set of jewelry from my collection and give it to her as a

meeting gift.” Amanda said, and immediately ran to the cabinet to look through jewelry box. Listening to

her words, Matthew couldn’t help saying, “Stop it, your previous criteria for finding a girlfriend for Elio

has been lowered to as long as it’s a woman, and he couldn’t find a suitable one, and now he still has

Roman. Don’t you know how Roman treats other women? Do you ever want to have a daughter–in–law

in this life? Don’t dream about it.”

Hearing this, Amanda couldn’t help but shot a glare at Matthew.

“Sure our kid isn’t the most romantic or considerate, and he’s got a bad temper, but there’re always

exceptions in this world. It was Lucas who sent the message, it must be legit.” Amanda observed the

jewelry in her hand and smiled. She grinned behind hierears, “If this is successful, we will have a

grandson or granddaughter in the near future. I’m very happy just thinking about it!”

Matthew just shook his head speechlessly. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Amanda completely ignored the old man’s disgruntled look, still focused on picking out her jewelry:

“What about this one? It’s only 5.8 million, which is too cheap.”

“Then what do you think of this set? It’s expensive, but the red one seems too tacky for girls.” “How

about this pink diamond set, Matt?”

“No, no, this one…”