Chapter 1407 - 1403: No One Can Touch My Woman—Don’t Even Think About It
Assistant Xiaoqiu saw Constantine Stewart in person for the first time, this legendary figure in Imperial City’s elite circles, who was only ever visible in financial magazines and on television.
Although her idol Charles Taylor was handsome, a diplomat’s kind of handsome, Mr. Stewart’s handsomeness was defined differently, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and an air of nobility that could turn a virtuous woman into a vixen in minutes. Rumors said Mr. Stewart was actually mixed French and Chinese, giving him such an aggressive handsomeness.
The man’s profound gaze swept over, and the assistant was so dazed she stepped aside, nearly offering worship.
"Desmond, why are you just getting here, we’ve been waiting." Chloe Winston poked her head out of the kitchen, looking disdainful, and then she saw Constantine Stewart appearing at the door with injuries, dropping the scallions in her hand to the floor in surprise.
Constantine Stewart? Why is he here?
Constantine Stewart entered elegantly, scanned the shoe cabinet, then bent over to graciously change into slippers, handing over two bottles of red wine he brought to the assistant, before curling his lips and looking at the stunned crowd in the room, laughing deeply and politely, "Seems like I’m not the last one to arrive."
Acting as if he were obviously on the guest list.
The guests in the dining room fell into a strange silence; internally, they were raging.
Kyla Zamora: "As an ex-husband, you kept a mistress, banned your ex-wife, you have the nerve to come?"
Charles Taylor: "Damn, the second rival in love is hard enough to deal with, now that the first rival has come, this is clearly a Hell-level challenge."
Wendy Starling: "Wow, Constantine Stewart really has a thing for Chloe Winston, hahaha, waiting to beat up Rola Irene, that bitch. Watching the drama unfold."
Assistant: "Wow, my sister Chloe is simply a magnet for gods, even Mr. Stewart, such a big shot, is here."
Chloe Winston: "There’s something *should I say or not say."
Finnian came out of the kitchen, still wearing Chloe Winston’s kitten apron, his eyes flickered a bit seeing the situation, smiled and said: "Guests are guests, Xiaoqiu, please entertain Mr. Stewart, once Desmond arrives we’ll eat."
Skill versus cultivation, having climbed to the role of chef tonight, the diplomatic gentleman greeted amiably.
Constantine Stewart’s handsome face dimmed slightly, fortunately he came, otherwise Chloe Winston would certainly have cuckolded him.
"I’m here, traffic was a nightmare, quickly lend me a hand, these things are heavy as a dog." Desmond Wood shouted from afar, struggling in through the half-open door, looked at Constantine Stewart dumbfounded, nearly dropped the box.
Damn, did Constantine Stewart walk into the wrong house?
Constantine Stewart didn’t come empty-handed, casually brought two bottles of red wine worth over three million, once everyone was present, Finnian’s dishes were set and ready on the table.
Chloe Winston didn’t want to get entangled with Constantine Stewart, so she buried her head like an ostrich.
"Hahaha, Constantine Stewart, no wonder you refused to film the fourth series of your variety show, are you trying to ruin your face?" Desmond laughed with nervous excitement, "Can’t believe someone actually dared to hit you, could it be all your misdeeds?"
Mr. Stewart took out the wine he brought, opened a bottle, let it breathe, and said slowly, "Got scratched by the little wildcat at home, raising your own cat, you suffer the consequences yourself."
"Cats also see your deplorable face. Hahaha." Desmond laughed, slapping his leg.
Everyone: "..."
This silly child, truly idiotic beyond cure, this looks like a scratch from a fight between wild creatures.
Chloe Winston felt her cheeks burning, angry, glared fiercely at Desmond, gritted her teeth and said, "Desmond, don’t tell me you’re still a virgin, these are clearly women’s scratches, he’s shamelessly flaunting them, and you give him face?"
Desmond, stepped on a sore spot, jumped up red-faced, shouted, "Who, who says I’m a virgin, oh phew, not that, you mean Constantine Stewart was scratched by women while out carousing? Scumbag!"
"Scratched by the cat at home, not a wild one." Mr. Stewart said unchanged, glancing lightly at Chloe Winston, emphasizing.
Everyone perked up their ears, so Mr. Stewart has a woman at home?
Chloe Winston’s lips twitched a bit, luckily Finnian’s charm kept the atmosphere calm.
Everyone laughed while sitting at the dinner table for dinner.
Constantine Stewart’s entire family immigrated to France, their table manners were unique; when Chloe Winston was first adopted by him, she underwent rigorous etiquette training, so she didn’t feel much difference, but others felt like sharing a table with someone with too many rules, a sense that they were inferior; especially Assistant Xiaoqiu, who dared not breathe.
"Mr. Stewart, are you close to Chloe?" Wendy Starling saw Chloe Winston’s table manners identical to Constantine Stewart’s, breaking the ice, smilingly asked.
"What kind of closeness counts as good?" Constantine Stewart answered coolly, having shared meals for six years, first calling him ’dad’, then ’husband’, slept numerous times, is this closeness good or bad?
"Another term for closeness is being welcome." Finnian smiled faintly, though Constantine Stewart was Chloe’s ex-husband, they were once close, now they’re like strangers, right? With Chloe looking wilting, it’s clear this Mr. Stewart showing up uninvited is very unwelcome.
"Few people find me unwelcome." Constantine Stewart said, gazing deeply, smiling lightly.
"I thought Mr. Stewart was closer to Rola Irene." Charles Taylor joined the camp.
"Rola Irene is just an artist under my company."
Outsider Wendy Starling watched the combat smoke rising, looked again at Chloe Winston staying silent, only then realized, hmm, why does everyone seem off-put by Constantine Stewart? Constantine eager to find Chloe Winston, huh? So, damn, is he pursuing Chloe Winston?
"Mr. Stewart, are you pursuing our Chloe?" Wendy Starling slapped her leg, suddenly spoke.
Everyone froze like hitting a pause button.
Chloe Winston’s face reddened in anger, hurriedly said: "I, have nothing to do with him."
"Hmm." Constantine Stewart raised an eyebrow, smiled lightly, "I’ve pursued for three series worth of variety show time, you didn’t realize?"
"Spit, you shamelessly say you’ve pursued Chloe three series worth of time, yet during your mess, why didn’t you say?" Desmond jumped up, exasperated.
"Desmond." Finnian’s face sank, coldly scolded Desmond.
Messy confusion? Wendy Starling et al. were shocked speechless.
Seeing that dinner couldn’t continue, Constantine Stewart stood gracefully, wiped his hands, gazed deeply around, said: "Since you already know about my relationship with Chloe Winston, let me make it clear, no one can touch my woman, don’t even think about it."