Chapter 1374 - 1370: In Front of the Woman He Wants, He Is No Gentleman
Chloe Winston suddenly jumped up and said angrily, "Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?"
Constantine Stewart sat up, his tall and slender figure relaxed, with long legs lazily bent. He cast a deep gaze at her pretty little face and chuckled lightly, "I was sleeping here just fine, you all came and disturbed my sleep, and it’s my fault, hmm?"
"Chloe, you’re becoming more unreasonable." The last voice carried a hint of helplessness and lingering intimacy.
"Why didn’t you sleep in the tent and chose to hide in the dark to sleep?" Chloe was stumped, recalling how he secretly kissed her before and even threatened to forcibly kiss her, and instantly felt a surge of anger. This shameless old man, truly despicable.
"You know I can’t stand light when I sleep, and I don’t like sleeping in tents. Isn’t the whole world a better place for a bed?" Constantine Stewart smiled, his words subtly declaring dominance.
On the sidelines, Charles Taylor keenly noticed that the relationship between the two seemed more familiar than he had imagined, and his brow furrowed.
"Mr. Stewart, as a gentleman, indicating verbally is more graceful than eavesdropping," Charles Taylor said flatly.
Constantine Stewart squinted and chuckled coldly, speaking slowly, "Who told you I was a gentleman?"
In front of the woman he wanted, he was nothing but a beast in a suit. Even at his most beastly, little Chloe knew that, and they were quite happy together back then, weren’t they?
The man stared coldly at Charles Taylor, his gaze cold and dark. After abstaining for six months, he was rather unreasonable, especially when someone tried to poach his prize.
"Mr. Taylor, he’s simply a lunatic, just ignore him." Chloe knew that Constantine Stewart was impervious to both gentle and hard tactics, a lunatic through and through. She tugged at Charles Taylor’s arm and whispered, "Let’s go back and rest, there’s a live broadcast tomorrow."
"Sure, get some rest early, and if anything happens, just call out." Charles Taylor smiled gently, noticing her holding his arm, his gaze faintly brightened.
Chloe realized she was overstepping, quickly withdrew her hand, and entered Wendy Starling’s tent without looking back.
Seeing the two leave, Constantine Stewart finally looked at the night scene with boredom. The long night was a bit difficult to endure. When he kissed her today, her reaction seemed not as intense as before, so more kisses and more interactions to lower her guard, maybe he could get her into bed after all.
With that thought, his mood improved slightly. He got up, carried his sleeping bag into the biggest tent, to sleep, recharge, and continue teasing little Chloe the next day.
When there was no noise outside, Vicky Webb finally zipped up the tent, her gaze turning sinister. Just as she expected, Constantine Stewart was interested in Chloe again. With Chloe, no room for her; with her, no room for Chloe!
The bonfire gradually died down in the early morning. After everyone got up, they eagerly fetched water from the creek to wash up, tidied up, nibbled on simple dry food, and then prepared to venture further in.
Due to the amazing performance of Chloe and Constantine Stewart on the first day, their support rate online skyrocketed, even earning themselves the couple name "Warm Winter CP".
The Warm Winter CP fanbase was strong and unreasonable, emerging suddenly and taking over half of the variety show’s popularity.
Netizens joked that with Miss Chloe, Mr. Stewart would never experience another cold winter.
Thus, the previous Chloe-Charles shippers were not happy. How could the lady previously reserved for my Big White end up paired with Constantine Stewart? The two fan bases were at each other’s throats, and soon they turned their ire towards the showrunners. Why reassemble the CPs?
Isn’t this going to stir up CP wars?
The production team remained silent and smiled, knowing the orders came from higher-ups—how could they rebel? What a joke.
The bored onlookers began to speculate on who Chloe would pair with in the next shoot. This lady clearly has a prosperous aura—whoever pairs with her, prospers.
So, fans of various male guests started a frenzy online, sharing good luck charms, hoping their idol could pair with Miss Chloe in the next episode.
Chloe’s followers on Weibo skyrocketed, surpassing twenty million, becoming one of the most astonishing phenomena in the circle.
While everyone knows variety shows attract fans, they hadn’t seen such a dominant fan-attracting model. A previously blacklisted small star with no works, gaining twenty million fans from just two episodes of a variety show?
Nani?
This, this, this is so damn infuriating.
Thus, a wave of survival-themed shows swept the variety show circle, as everyone subtly began inviting stars to partake.
Without a satellite phone and with no internet, Chloe naturally didn’t know how much her popularity was soaring. She continued to record the show as usual, quietly and silently, with six more episodes to go. After recording, she’d receive her final payment, and with that, she could buy a house, just thinking about it was exciting.
The second day’s journey took them deeper into the jungle. Luckily, they had guides leading the way, but everyone struggled, and the physically weaker ones were even more exhausted.
Chloe’s body had been heavily taxed over the past six months, and trekking through a jungle she feared made her somewhat physically exhausted. Fortunately, she had a hiking pole for support, while Wendy Starling and Vicky Webb, both unused to hardship, hung on by sheer willpower without collapsing. Only the athlete Vicky Webb was doing relatively well.
Other group CPs would have one supporting the other, but Chloe relied solely on her hiking pole, refusing, at all costs, to let Constantine Stewart support her.
Seeing her pale face and struggling to hold on, Constantine Stewart knew being tired was minor, but getting ill could directly affect the subsequent filming.
The man said nothing, grabbing her arm, and with a Princess carry, lifted her up.
Constantine Stewart, at 188 cm, had the kind of physique that looked slim in clothes but muscular underneath, effortlessly lifted the barely 90-pound girl, noting how her weight felt as light as a feather, he couldn’t help but furrow his handsome brows.
"Let go, I can still walk." Chloe tried to struggle. The man’s touch made her uncomfortable, but she had no strength left.
"If you collapse, the later shows can’t be filmed, and you won’t earn the money," the man said lightly, his deep, ink-like gaze fixed on her little face, eyes sweeping over the fine sweat on her forehead and misty big eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly—he wanted to kiss her.
While Constantine Stewart lifted Chloe, Vicky Webb lost her balance, fell directly, and her swollen ankle made it impossible to walk.
In the live broadcast, these two incidents stirred up a storm of discussion.
"Ahhh, Mr. Stewart is so manly, carrying her like a princess. They look perfect together ahhhh~"
"Miss Chloe’s face turned pale, it’s really tough filming, poor girl."
"Vicky Webb injured herself. Those who sympathize with Chloe above, have no decency?"
"Vicky Webb can’t even walk properly, so who to blame for her fall? Brain-dead fans get lost~"
"A vase is just a vase, only knows how to hold people back. Now William Zamora is in trouble, he’ll have to carry Vicky Webb, my poor brother," William Zamora’s fans said angrily.
"Chloe can’t keep going either and holds people back, why don’t you criticize Chloe?" Vicky Webb’s fans angrily spammed the comments.
"Are those above stupid? My Mr. Stewart can effortlessly carry two Miss Chloes, I’ll take this dog food."
"Mr. Stewart is the strongest in the team, carrying Chloe for a bit is basically showing off their love, right?"
Vicky Webb’s brain-dead fans were infuriated, while the guests and crew in front of the camera inexplicably felt sweet inside. Seeing Mr. Stewart carrying Chloe, it was really sweet, why did they feel like they’d been force-fed dog food?
Where’s the survival show, why has it turned into a love story with dog food?