Classic Novel
Chapter 221
Chapter 221
He hit the automatic button on his wheelchair and planned to make an exit, but Elio put a hand on the
chair, stopping him in his tracks. “You’re a friend of Astrid’s. He said coolly. “I’m not gonna let anything
happen to you Let me take you to the hospital.”
“No, no need!” Hawthorne rebuffed Elio, but that didn’t stop him from rolling him out the door without a
moment’s hesitation.
He turned to Astrid and said, “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”
Astrid nodded, “Okay.”
Hawthorne’s gaze turned icy once they got in the elevator.
Blood trickled from the corner of Hawthorne’s mouth, giving him a somewhat scary look. “Elio, what are
you up to?” He asked.
Elio scoffed, “Sorry to burst your bubble. Thought you were so sneaky, huh? Did you think Astrid
wouldn’t see right through you?”
Hawthorne’s body gave a jolt, and he coughed lightly, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really?” Elio smirked, “You’re just trying to use your sickness to get Astrid’s pity and mooch off her at
her place.”
“She saw right through you. That’s why she’s having me take you away.”
Hawthorne was speechless.
Blood dripped from the corner of Hawthorne’s mouth, staining his white clothes.
He wiped his mouth with his hand and fell silent.
A few seconds later, Elio wheeled Hawthorne out of the elevator. They had only taken a few steps
when a group of men in black briskly approached. A doctor from the group brought over a small oxygen
tank from their vehicle and put an oxygen mask on Hawthorne.
Seeing this, Elio turned and walked away. But before he could get far, Hawthorne called out to him,
“Elio, do you know about Astrid’s past?”
“I will listen when she’s willing to tell me, but I won’t pry into what she doesn’t want to share. I love her,
and my job is to protect her, not to expose her wounds.” Elio finished, turning back to glance at
Hawthorne, “Anything else? If not, I’ve gotta go have dinner with my wife and kid.”
Have dinner with my wife and kid…
Those words stung Hawthorne deeply. His usual gentle demeanor faded, “You and her have no future.”
“Whether we have a future is between us. But you and her don’t even have a past. She has liked me
since she was fifteen.”
“Since she was fifteen?” Hawthorne scoffed, “That’s impossible!”
“If you really like Astrid, you should know that she’s been a big fan of the race car driver, Fate, for many
years, right?”
“Of course, I know. Fate is her idol and her rock.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
After he finished speaking, Hawthorne sensed something was off.
He looked sharply at Elio, his eyes wide with shock.
Could it be…
Elio looked at Hawthorne and finally said, “I’m her idol, Fate.”
As he finished his sentence, he saw Hawthorne’s body stiffen.
Elio glanced at him, then turned and walked away, leaving Hawthorne staring after him, completely
stunned.
Elio is Fate! Elio is Fate!!
“Sir, we should head to the hospital now.” The bodyguard’s voice broke the silence, finally bringing
Hawthorne back to reality.
But Elio was already out of sight.
It took a while for Hawthorne to regain his composure. He removed his oxygen mask and said coldly,
“In a week, it’s Amanda’s birthday party. We’re going.”