Chapter 1408 - 1404: I’ve Been with Chloe Winston for Many Years
The 200-square-meter apartment of Chloe Winston was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Kyla Zamora and the Wood brothers had long been aware of the relationship between the two, but seeing Constantine Stewart reveal it so directly left them speechless. Wendy Starling, Charles Taylor, and the others were even more stunned.
The legendary business mogul who had blacklisted Chloe for several years now claims Chloe is his woman?
So the mogul enjoys blacklisting his own woman and having a secret affair? What kind of peculiar taste is that?
As soon as Constantine Stewart spoke, Chloe Winston felt everyone’s eyes turn towards her, making her feel extremely embarrassed. She actually wanted a fresh start and did not want any association with Constantine Stewart. She hoped others would refer to her simply as Chloe Winston, not as Constantine Stewart’s ex-wife or his woman.
Her eyes reddened slightly, controlling herself from standing up and clawing his face again.
Perhaps noticing Chloe’s embarrassment and frustration, Finnian angrily glared at Desmond Wood. If it weren’t for Desmond’s bad temper, Constantine wouldn’t have had the nerve to reveal their relationship so opportunistically.
Desmond Wood also realized he had caused trouble, and instantly shrank back, remaining silent.
"Mr. Stewart," Finnian began with a faint, polite smile, speaking deliberately slowly, "Even if you and Chloe had a relationship, that was in the past. Do you know why Chloe invited everyone for dinner today? I originally planned to reveal this step by step in the future."
Finnian’s suggestive words made everyone’s jaws drop again—Finnian and Chloe?
So it’s two men vying for one woman? This diplomat is really bold, standing up to Mr. Stewart?
Constantine Stewart’s expression turned cold, his gaze icy as he looked at Chloe, remaining silent.
Meanwhile, Charles Taylor’s face also turned pale, clenching his fists tightly. So he was a step too slow again?
"Before you arrived, I confessed my feelings to Chloe," Finnian’s ambiguous words neither harmed Chloe’s reputation nor subtly hinted at an unusual relationship between them. He was the present, while Constantine Stewart was long in the past.
Chloe Winston looked up in surprise, gazing at Finnian’s gentle and warm smile. Knowing he was trying to help her, her voice faltered with emotion.
Constantine Stewart had taken care of the young girl for six years. Seeing her expression, he knew she was overwhelmed with emotion. Women lose their reason when deeply moved, and might do something irrational. His brows and eyes turned cold instantly, interrupting her, "Mr. Wood, don’t misunderstand. Chloe and I have been together for years, often quarreling. Whenever she gets angry, she leaves home, saying she wants to be independent and end ties with me. Just last night she was arguing with me, she even scratched my face."
Wendy Starling and others were completely speechless, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of information and unable to process it all. Could it be that Chloe Winston always had a dazzling force behind her? All this talk of being blacklisted and striking out on her own was due to disagreements with the mogul?
Chloe Winston had truly kept them all in the dark.
"You’re spouting nonsense." Chloe, seething with anger as he twisted the truth, abruptly stood up, grabbed his impeccably ironed suit jacket, and pulled him back, saying as she tugged, "Leave. You need to leave right now."
The man didn’t resort to force, seeing her fuming with rage. He lowered his eyes and followed her out, calmly saying as he walked, "I’ll head home first. Once your temper cools down, you should go home too. Just don’t flirt with any men outside, got it?"
With a loud bang, Constantine Stewart was shoved outside and the door shut.
Chloe Winston, trembling with anger, realized she had driven Constantine Stewart out. Turning back to face everyone’s gazes, she knew they misunderstood, but couldn’t muster a single word of explanation. Should she say she was Constantine Stewart’s ex-wife? Say he abandoned her and kicked her out? Or say she was his adopted child? Nothing could be said.
She couldn’t speak of that past marriage.
"Chloe, come eat, I believe in you," Finnian gently said, "He’s simply blinded by your beauty, using cheap tactics typical of a man pursuing a woman. Don’t fall for his trap."
"I believe you too. Constantine Stewart is totally malicious, deliberately saying you two are involved just so others won’t pursue you," Desmond Wood said angrily.
But wasn’t Mr. Stewart clearly pursuing Chloe? That was the Imperial City’s Mr. Stewart, wasn’t it? Wendy Starling moved her red lips, thinking maybe she was just drunk, feeling dizzy—Chloe Winston had driven Mr. Stewart out? Mr. Stewart threatened her not to flirt with other men?
It seemed like a plot from a domineering CEO drama she had filmed earlier.
"Chloe, whether it’s true or false, all I know is Constantine Stewart cares about you, and the diplomat cares about you too. Gosh, you’re such a heartbreaker—can you give the rest of us gals a chance?" Wendy Starling feigned anger, lamenting as she spoke. Oh, she really liked the diplomat. If Chloe Winston ended up with Mr. Stewart, she could pursue the diplomat.
"Fortunately, Charles Taylor isn’t interested in you, or you’d be in trouble, cursed every day," Desmond Wood quipped with a malicious grin.
The film star who liked Chloe Winston for many days was speechless, unable to express the love confined in his heart. He was simply too cautious and conservative to confess, yet little did he know men now were ruthless, pursuing girls as if claiming territory in a battle.
"Sister Chloe, I really admire you. My legs go soft seeing Mr. Stewart, yet you just grabbed his suit and kicked him out," Assistant Xiaoqiu said, pale-faced, patting her chest, feeling as if she’d narrowly escaped calamity. She was following a superwoman, right?
Chloe Winston, touched by their jokes and quips, her eyes reddened, knowing they were easing the awkward scene, preventing her from feeling too embarrassed. She gratefully smiled and said, "Honestly, I have nothing to do with him; maybe he has a mental problem."
Everyone smiled and nodded—if you say so, we believe you.
The topic soon shifted, but dinner’s atmosphere had been shattered completely. Wendy Starling’s gaze at Chloe Winston changed—who exactly was this naive big sister of the Entertainment Sector? A man like Constantine Stewart, even if kept by him, wasn’t a loss. With a build like that, you could feel the muscles’ tension through his clothes, good-looking face, unlikely bad in bed, not to mention the mogul was wealthy!
If one could marry into a wealthy family—that would be incredible. Yet Chloe Winston drove him away? Did Chloe Winston take advantage of his affection or did she have strong backing?
Wendy Starling pondered, since joining this variety show and meeting Chloe Winston, her relationship with the film star improved, she met the legendary business figure Mr. Stewart, met the diplomat, met the music prince—all these people quietly orbiting Chloe Winston. Upon realizing this, she was struck—was this some newbie? This was clearly a concealed powerhouse playing the fool!