Chapter 1428 - 1424: Why Did We Get Divorced Back Then?
Chloe Winston was drinking purely for a boost of courage, not completely drunk, just wanting to indulge a bit for once.
After all, she was only a twenty-one-year-old girl, having been too repressed in the past six months. After drinking a bottle of wine and a tense day of recording, she was exhausted and drowsy, only remembering Charles Taylor telling her, "That’s it, go back and have a good rest."
She snuggled up against the soft bed, clutching a pillow, and fell asleep.
It wasn’t until the blanket was lifted and she felt a bit chilly from the air conditioning in the room that she buried her head in the pillow, mumbling, "Xiao Qiu, I want to sleep."
"Yeah, you’ll sleep soon." The man’s voice was deep, unreadable in its mood, and he looked down at her curled-up body.
She was known for tossing and turning in her sleep, curling up like a little shrimp, always afraid of the cold, needing to hug her doll to fall asleep. Later, he threw out that ugly thing, so she clung to him in her sleep like an octopus, sweetly snoozing, nudging him like a little pig until Constantine Stewart woke her up, burning with fire.
So for quite a while, Mr. Stewart was basically too lazy to care about the group’s matters, and Zheng Gu suspected that if this continued for a few more years, the group might collapse.
Constantine Stewart smelled the faint scent of alcohol on her, saw that her assistant had changed her into a nightgown, which was a slip dress, his gaze deep and dark like ink.
He reached out to pinch her pretty little face, forcing her to lift her face, and said in a deep voice, "Sweetheart, have you been secretly dating?"
He had also seen the photo erupting on Weibo, the two hand in hand, gazing at each other, and no matter how it changed, he recognized one of them as Chloe Winston.
Chloe winced from the pinch, opened her eyes to see Constantine Stewart, and whimpered to complain, "It hurts."
The man didn’t hold her to comfort her as he usually did, just coldly stared at her, eyes full of anger, which was a bit terrifying.
Chloe felt something was off, but in her hazy state, thought she was at Fulham Estate and had angered Constantine Stewart. She immediately forced herself to keep her eyes open, then climbed up like a kitten, cupping his handsome face and giving him a peck, softly pleading, "Don’t be mad."
Constantine’s heart softened, seeing Chloe look at him with misty eyes after the kiss, realizing she was drunk, thinking they were still married.
A dark light flashed in the man’s deep eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Hubby’s very angry, what will sweetheart do?"
Chloe pouted unhappily, hadn’t she kissed him already, what a bother. She leaned in with her delicate, pretty face and gave his face three pecks in a row, her slender white hands hugging his neck, burying her little head in his shoulder, softly and sweetly saying, "Sleep."
"Hmm?" The man’s voice was raspy.
Chloe’s memories after that were a blur, at one moment at Fulham’s private estate, another seeing Charles Taylor’s mature and handsome face, smiling broadly while holding her hand.
She felt very uneasy inside, as though she had forgotten something important.
Assistant Xiao Qiu was pushed out of the suite by Constantine Stewart. Seeing his rage, she felt weak in the legs. Only when the door closed did she realize the situation—alone with Miss Winston? If caught in a photo, Miss Winston would be ruined.
The assistant’s face turned pale with fright, thinking of calling Sister Zhao for help, only to realize she hadn’t brought anything with her.
"Cough, cough, don’t worry, Mr. Stewart won’t do anything to Miss Winston." Zheng Gu, waiting outside the door, stopped the assistant, smiling broadly, "You haven’t been with Miss Winston for long, right?"
"I joined Miss Winston a month ago." The assistant recognized him as someone from Mr. Stewart’s side, and replied timidly.
No wonder she was so timid, scared witless by Mr. Stewart; if it were someone fierce, the whole hotel would be in an uproar by now. Zheng Gu feared Mr. Stewart’s actions might be too extreme, and heartlessly deceived the innocent assistant, saying, "Were you looking for a phone? My phone is in the room, do you need to borrow it?"
"Yes, yes, thank you." Xiao Qiu gratefully followed Zheng Gu into the soundproofed suite.
Zheng Gu closed the door, inwardly praying for little Mrs. Stewart. A couple that fights at the head of the bed makes up at the foot; Mr. Stewart has lowered himself so much, yet little Mrs. Stewart is still creating scandals, dating someone else. It’s no wonder Mr. Stewart is angry.
"Excuse me, where’s your phone?" Xiao Qiu asked timidly.
"I just remembered, my phone is charging, please wait a few minutes." Zheng Gu smiled.
Fooled, Xiao Qiu burst into tears, wanting to leave!
The hotel’s soundproofing was excellent, especially that of the suite. Constantine Stewart made quite a commotion, and the girl, drunk, hazily thought they were at Fulham Estate, coaxing and kissing him coyly.
The man reached out for a pack of cigarettes from the hotel cabinet, lighting one in the dim indoor light, looking at the girl curled up in his arms, holding a cigarette with one hand, squinting indifferently and inhaling, while gently stroking the girl’s head with the other hand. In an utterly foul mood, he pondered what, after all, had prompted him to divorce Chloe Winston.