the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart

The entire Holiday Village was bought out by Constantine Stewart, leaving Finnian at a disadvantage with nowhere to spend his money and having to owe Constantine a favor. So for dinner, he planned to cook himself.

"There are several restaurants in various styles offering dinner, no need to cook yourself," Chloe Winston quickly waved her hand and laughed when she heard.

Finnian, eager to show off his culinary skills, laughed, "You must be tired of the same taste of the food you’ve been eating this month. I’ll cook a few homemade dishes to give you a change of flavor."

Chloe Winston swallowed briefly; this past month, the chefs Constantine Stewart brought have made hundreds of different dishes and dozens of desserts, and she hasn’t tired of them yet. But Finnian’s cooking is indeed very good, so after getting used to the lavish meals, a few homemade dishes would be nice.

"In that case, I’ll also cook a couple of dishes," Constantine Stewart remarked with a faint smile, thinking that Chloe Winston must have saved the galaxy in her past life. He hadn’t cooked for years, but with a rival at the doorstep, if cooking could fetch him a sweet little wife, he wouldn’t mind doing it occasionally.

Constantine Stewart was a very good cook; when he was young, he challenged various extreme sports often, traveling outside and certainly learned to cook. Many extreme sporting locations are very remote places with not even a small restaurant to be found. However, his childhood experiences made him highly distrustful of people, so he doesn’t eat food cooked by strangers, nor does he dine with unfamiliar company.

Later, tired of the constant challenge and nomadic lifestyle, he returned to the Imperial City and settled down, never entering the kitchen again.

"Ha, you can cook?" Chloe Winston widened her eyes in disbelief and let out a mocking laugh, knowing how lazy Constantine Stewart was. He often dragged her out for these shameless sporting exercises late at night, and when hungry afterward, realizing the chefs and servants were asleep, would have her make some noodles, coaxing her with sweet talks and even seduction.

Back then, a young girl infatuated with a handsome man didn’t realize the problem, she begrudgingly heated up some ready-to-eat food using the microwave. Looking back now, he was a major jerk who, after having fun, still had her make food.

Seeing her look of disdain, Constantine Stewart was a bit heartbroken, recalling how much he loved watching the young girl scurrying about for him like an adorable little kitten, taking every chance to tease her, enjoying that little evil pleasure. Looking back, it feels like karma.

"We have a chef at home, so I don’t cook much." Constantine Stewart explained weakly.

"Ha ha." Chloe Winston rolled her eyes.

The small villa did have a kitchen, but Constantine Stewart didn’t use it, fearing the smell of oil and smoke. Typically, the chefs cooked meals in the little kitchen in the dining building, so Finnian and Constantine Stewart went to the small kitchen area to make dinner.

Finnian rolled up his sleeves, donned a black cooking apron, and processed the fresh ingredients from the kitchen, appearing like a homely, good man with a stature similar to his. Constantine Stewart squinted, wondering if this was how Finnian earned Chloe Winston’s trust.

"You know that Chloe was my ex-wife, right?" The small kitchen was actually quite large, with any unrelated people cleared out, leaving only the two of them.

Constantine Stewart spoke calmly, sitting in his wheelchair.

"I’ve heard about you abandoning Chloe." Finnian responded with a faint smile, continuing to prepare the ingredients.

"Have you heard that she was adopted by me when she was fifteen?" Constantine Stewart’s voice was incredibly light, yet his gaze was icy, with long, slender white fingers pressing on the wheelchair’s armrest, stating coldly, "We lived together for six years and were deeply integrated into each other’s lives, inseparable. She still has feelings for me, which are not just marital affection but also the familial bond from adoption, which you cannot compare to."

Finnian’s smile gradually faded, turning to take a deep look at Constantine Stewart. Despite experiencing life and death, almost losing a leg, and sitting in a wheelchair, the man still bore that arrogant but inflated confidence. What he lost to Constantine Stewart was simply meeting Chloe Winston too late.

"Mr. Stewart, your credibility has long been bankrupt. At least now, Chloe has a very poor impression of you and is very trusting of me; you can’t compare to that either. Instead of verbally sparring, why not put those hands to use making dinner?" Finnian smiled faintly.

Constantine Stewart’s face turned slightly ashen, and after a long pause, he spoke in a deep voice, "What will it take for you to back off?"

Finnian was slightly surprised, glancing at Constantine Stewart, whose expression turned a bit solemn. So, Constantine wasn’t playing around this time, but seriously intending to win back the ex-wife?

"This matter is beyond both your and my control, the ultimate decision rests on Chloe Winston. Whoever she wants to be with is her choice, and forceful measure is ultimately a poor strategy." Finnian stated calmly, beginning to understand that these affluent heirs often exhibit a flaw of pursuing what they like by any means and claiming it as their own. Their power and status make them easily gain wealth, yet just as easily dismiss it once lost.

Finnian ceased talking and focused on cooking.

Chloe Winston awaited the meal languidly alone in her room, somewhat puzzled about dining with Constantine Stewart again, and instead of just dining with Finnian alone and joyfully chatting about household plants and the daily routine of the month?

What was unbelievable was that Constantine Stewart stayed in this remote southern region for a month. He was a man who knew how to gauge the situation; whenever the pressure was too much, and she was infuriated, he could instantly back off, leaving her vexed for a month with pent-up frustration. More frightening was that she now felt almost like a frog in slowly boiling water, unconsciously getting used to Constantine Stewart’s presence.

Chloe Winston patted her face, snapping herself out of it, and silently recited in her mind to stay away from the big bad guy, stay away from the big bad guy.

She checked her social media and saw that Delphine, who hadn’t updated in eight or nine months, had posted: "Mother and child safe, thank you."

The post included a picture of a tiny baby with closed eyes, snoozing adorably—it was cute to the point of melting hearts.

Chloe Winston jumped up excitedly and without thinking, rushed out of the room towards the small kitchen, exclaiming joyfully, "Delphine had a baby!"

She was in such a hurry, and since Constantine Stewart sat at the doorway, she instinctively lunged forward, his hand reaching out to steady her.

Constantine Stewart’s large hand accidentally brushed against her soft, slender waist, catching a faint scent from her—like bath lotion, a smell that was fresh and sweet. His throat moved sensually, and with a deep look said, "The night before I went back to France, if you hadn’t used protection, we could also have a little baby."

Upon hearing, Chloe Winston’s face suddenly turned pale, while Finnian, overhearing, stiffened briefly, with a momentary pause before tossing aside the wooden spatula, shutting off the gas, and walking over expressionlessly to grab Constantine Stewart by the collar, landing a punch.