Love in the Limelight Chapter 362

Chapter 362 

“I ain’t tired.” Astrid shut the door, scooping up the chubby Roman and plopping back down on the couch. 

Holding Roman was like hugging a soft, squishy teddy bear. 

“Mum, there are a bunch of girls in my class who like me,” Roman announced. 

Astrid was speechless. 

“Well, with a good–looking kid like you, Roman, it’s no surprise you’ve got a fan club. So, got any girls you fancy?” Astrid asked. 

Roman’s eyes sparkled as he replied, “Yep! I like Mum!” 

“I like you too,” Astrid confessed, touched by Roman’s affection. “So, do you like any of the girls in your 

class?” 

Roman pouted, “Nah! They’re all too childish! We aren’t three years old anymore, but they still throw tantrums like toddlers.” 

Astrid chuckled, “That’s right, Roman. You’re not three years old anymore. After Christmas, you’ll be four! You’re quite the little man now!” 

Roman nodded seriously, “I know, I’m growing up every day so I can protect Mum when I’m grown up. Elio’s too unreliable, so I need to be Mum’s knight in shining armor.” 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Who could it be at this hour? 

Before she could get up, she heard Jon Brooke’s voice, “Star, Star, open up!!!” 

She opened the door to find not just Jon but all four of her brothers standing there. 

Astrid, a bit baffled, let them in and asked, “What’s up, guys?” 

“Star, you’ve been set up,” Brandon Brooke blurted out. “We gotta help you sort this out. We can’t let anyone mess with our beloved little sister!” 

Surprised, Astrid asked, “Have you guys already…?” 

Jon waved her off, “By the time we found the jerk, he was already in the ICU. We figured you might have other plans, so we came back.” 

Relieved, Astrid said, “It’s not a big deal. If I can’t handle minor hitches like this, how will I survive in this industry? Don’t treat me like a kid. I can handle this.” 

Robb frowned, “If you’re not a kid, who is?” 

Astrid pointed straight at Roman, who was sitting on the couch. 

Roman instantly broke into a grin, “Hi guys!” 

Jon scooped up Roman, “Roman, have you been eating too much? How come you’re so chubby!” 

Roman pouted, “Jon, I’m adorable, not chubby. You’re so skinny like Hank, no wonder you don’t have a girlfriend!” 

Jon ruffled Roman’s hair, “Do you know how many fans I have? Do you know how many girls call me darling during my live broadcasts? My charm is beyond your imagination!” 

“Move, move, don’t touch Roman. I’ll hold him!” Brandon tried to snatch Roman from Jon, but Jon wouldn’t let go. Their bickering resumed. 

Watching the two goofballs, Robb whispered, “I looked into the IP that sent Damian those photos. It’s suspicious. But the IP has been heavily masked, You might need to handle it yourself.” 

“Got it. Robb, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it,” Astrid assured him, before adding, “Judging from the angle and distance of the photos, it’s likely someone from the security team leaked them. Robb, you’ve got a traitor in your team.” 

“I’ve taken care of it. I’ll replace them with a team I can trust,” Robb responded. “This was my fault. It won’t happen again.” 

Seeing the guilt in Robb’s eyes, Astrid comforted him, “Robb, don’t blame yourself. Even if they couldn’t bribe the security, they would’ve found another way to spy. You’ve done well.” 

The doorbell rang again. 

Astrid glanced at the boys in the room, a thought crossing her mind. Could it be Elio? 

She walked over and peeked through the peephole, only to find an eye staring back! 

Even with just one eye visible, she recognized him – Yates Hamilton. 

What was he doing here? Looking for trouble?