Love in the Limelight (Astrid and Elio)

Chapter 2

"Ha! You dare hit me?" Simon's head took a heavy blow and blood spattered everywhere. Pain shot

through him as he clutched his head, collapsing onto the bed.

"Damn right I did!" Astrid snatched up an ashtray from the floor and hurled it at Simon's crotch. Simon

curled up in pain, yelling for help. "Help! Where the hell is everyone?"

His bodyguards outside heard his cries and immediately started pounding on the door. Astrid squinted

her eyes and gave Simon a few more kicks before she strode over to the door and yanked it open. The

moment she opened the door, the people outside lost their balance and tumbled onto the floor.

Seizing the opportunity, Astrid bolted out the door.

Simon shouted, "Grab her, what the hell are you guys doing?"

As one of them tried to chase her, she launched a roundhouse kick and sent him sprawling. She flipped

her middle finger at the people in the room, "You guys are all garbage." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Humming a tune, Astrid headed toward the elevator. She saw a man and a little boy entering the

elevator and hurriedly called out, "Wait!!!"

She quickly caught up to the elevator just in time.

Meanwhile, the people behind her had already began a chase!

"Hold it, where do you think you're going?" The man barked menacingly at the elevator. But the

moment he saw the man inside the elevator, his face drained of color.

Erm...Mr. Lampard?

The crowd seemed spooked and quickly scattered.

Astrid retracted her ready fist and turned to look at the man. She froze.

His glossy hair lightly fell over his forehead, his eyes were clear and piercing. A face of chiseled

features, thick eyebrows, sensuous lips, and a hint of arrogance in his eyes. He radiated an aura of

power.

Noticing Astrid's gaze, Elio slightly averted his eyes.

Astrid was dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back. Her

eyes were cool, her face was like a painting, and her skin smooth as silk. She was beautiful.

When she looked up at him, a ripple stirred in his calm heart. This unfamiliar sensation made his heart

flutter.

"Miss, are you a fairy?" A soft voice broke the delicate atmosphere between them, Astrid looked down

to see the little boy standing next to the man.

The little boy was chubby with big eyes, very adorable.

He reminded Astrid of her child who was stolen just days after his birth. She felt a pang in her heart,

"Sweetie, I'm not a fairy."

"You're not?" The little boy bit his finger in confusion, "Then why are you so pretty?"

Astrid squatted down happily and ruffled the boy's hair, "What a sweet compliment, you adorable little

thing…"

The boy clearly enjoyed her touch, looking very pleased.

After a while, the boy tugged at the man's clothes, "That's her."

Elio stiffened and gave Astrid a once-over, and then said, "No."

Their conversation left Astrid puzzled. What did he mean by "no"?

They were looking at her weirdly.

"You promised me you would let me choose! You're a liar!" The little boy kicked at Elio's leg angrily.

Liar! They had agreed to let him choose his mom, and now that he had chosen, Elio disagreed!

The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, Elio stepped out, turned back to the boy and said, "Come."

The boy shook his head, "No!"

Elio spoke coldly and then turned away. Astrid was taken aback. Did he just leave his son behind like

that?

"Sir, your son! Your son!" By the time Astrid called out, the elevator doors had already closed.

Astrid looked down at the little guy in the elevator, who was muttering, "Elio is a liar!"

"Liar!"

"Serves him right being single!"

Astrid was confused. Why would such a young kid say something like "serves him right being single"?

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Astrid was greeted by a group of bodyguards, "Young mister!"

"Don't follow me, I'm running away!" The little boy shouted at the bodyguards, who didn't dare to

approach.

Astrid watched as the little boy with a Pikachu backpack and his short legs swiftly walked away; her

heart melted at his cuteness.

Feeling a bit lightheaded from the alcohol, she quickly followed him, only to feel something cling to her.

By the time she reacted, the little boy had already latched onto her leg!

Astrid looked at the chubby little guy and couldn't help but chuckle, "What are you doing, sweetie?"

The little boy didn't say a word and just clung to her leg, refusing to let go.

Astrid was at a loss and looked at the bodyguards, but they didn't dare to approach.

With no other choice, Astrid carried the little boy to the front desk, "Hello, can you please contact this

boy's father to come pick him up? He got off the elevator on the fifth floor."

The receptionist's eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight of Astrid carrying the little boy.

Just as the receptionist was about to call the CEO's assistant, the little boy suddenly said, "I'm an

orphan."

The receptionist nearly fainted at his words. Did Elio know the little boy was calling himself an orphan?

Astrid was speechless. The boy looked almost identical to the man in the elevator, who was obviously

his father. And now he was seriously claiming to be an orphan?

"Sweetie, it's late, and I have to go home. Will you stay here and wait for your dad?" Astrid asked

gently.

The little boy shook his head firmly, wrapped his chubby arms around her neck, and stated once more,

"I'm an orphan."

Everyone was silenced.