Chapter 1382 - 1378: A Bit Intense
"Chloe Winston, what kind of rag are you wearing, hmm?" Constantine Stewart finally seized the opportunity, grabbed her, and pinned her against the wall of the exhibition space, speaking in a displeased tone.
The exhibition hall was enormous, divided into several sections, some with small cubicles. At this moment, Chloe Winston was cornered by Constantine Stewart in a small cubicle, with no one around, and she sneered coldly, "What I wear is none of your business. Mr. Stewart, aren’t you nosing into my affairs too much?"
Whenever Constantine Stewart was unhappy, he’d add a condescending "little" before her name, calling her "little Chloe Winston," followed by all sorts of punishments solely to satisfy his personal lust, colored with desire. But now calling her "big Chloe Winston" didn’t scare her anymore.
Her defiant retort made Constantine Stewart fix her in the corner with his long leg, the two of them very close. His gaze deep and dark, he said slowly and deeply, "Of course, it has to do with me."
The young girl’s eyes were red from crying, like a kitten nestled in his palm, pitifully meowing to curry favor. Constantine Stewart’s long, rugged fingers caressed her small face, wiping her tears away, only to find more welling up, which inexplicably vexed him, and he threatened, "Don’t cry."
Chloe’s tears fell profusely; she didn’t want to cry but felt aggrieved. During the filming of the variety show, she hadn’t cried despite the hardship and fatigue. But when he pinned her against the wall to kiss her, she couldn’t hold back, sobbing miserably.
He was the worst man in the world. When he adopted her, she didn’t like him. Later, he dominated her for three years using various tactics, disciplining her like a father. Mistakes were punished, and achievements were expected. She slowly tried to accept having a ridiculously handsome guardian, then he told her she could be his woman.
Like Eve sneaking a bite of the apple, in just three years, he grew tired.
Later she gradually realized that three years was the limit for a guardian, and three years was the limit for a marriage. Constantine Stewart probably got bored with a long-term relationship, married her to start a new one, and naturally, they separated when the time was up.
Now does he want to start another kind of relationship? A mistress? Ha, he truly is the most heartless and cruel person in the world.
The more Chloe thought about it, the harder she cried, then rubbed her small face against his expensive suit, his shirt, rumpling his clothes beyond recognition.
Constantine Stewart looked at the culprit burying her small head in his chest, ruining his clothes. Seeing her slender shoulders trembling, still crying, he lowered his gaze, complicated. This suit was definitely no longer wearable; but the young girl continued crying, her throat must be sore, and her eyes likely to be swollen by tomorrow.
After leaving the Art Pavilion and walking a bit, Chloe finally sat up and said to the driver, "Pull over."
The driver glanced uneasily at Mr. Stewart.
Constantine Stewart leaned lazily in the back seat, watching the little thing with its sudden change of attitude: "You’re not coming back with me?"
Chloe laughed coldly. If he dared to force her in the car, she’d make sure they both ended up wrecked and dead.
Perhaps the girl’s gaze was too cold and defiant, Constantine Stewart frowned deeply, speaking in a low tone, "I’ll get out, and let the driver take you home. If the reporters catch your disheveled appearance, it’ll be another issue."
Upon hearing this, the driver hurriedly pulled the Maybach over, seeing the bodyguard’s car following behind, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Once the car stopped, Chloe raised her tear-stained face, sneered, "Don’t come looking for me again. I won’t sleep with you. A wise horse never returns to an eaten pasture; your pestering makes me wonder if you’ve fallen for me."
After speaking, Chloe opened the car door and walked forward without looking back. She knew Constantine Stewart was exceptionally proud, things he’d discarded he would never use again. But him repeatedly seeking her out was really annoying.
As for mentioning falling in love with her, it was merely provocation. A man like Constantine Stewart would probably never love a woman, at least not her. She was aware of herself.
Constantine Stewart’s casual demeanor slightly shifted, his face darkening at Chloe’s words; pestering? In love with her? Ha, he just wanted to sleep with her.
"Have the bodyguard’s car follow her and take her home," the man ordered coldly, his expression somewhat grim.