Chapter 1469 - 1459: Why Are You So Good to Me?

"What are you all doing?" Constantine Stewart leaned forward slightly, looking at the group of little kids squeezing against each other in the gaps between two rows of landscape trees, his voice unconsciously softened a bit as he asked with a deep gaze.

"We’re looking at the pretty sister." Benjamin Leclair, wearing a white angel-like lace dress, smiled with her big eyes curved into crescents, speaking in a sweet, childish voice.

"Ahem." Casimir Shaw, who already considered himself grown up and sensible, coughed lightly. He definitely wasn’t looking at the pretty sister; he was here to cover for Benjamin.

Benjamin’s big black eyes rolled slightly, then she quietly tugged at her brother’s pants.

Nicholas Carter innocently pulled back his pants. He was wearing suspender trousers today, so he wasn’t worried about Benjamin pulling them off. It was just that his shoe got stepped on by Bentley Howard, making him unhappy.

"It’s not that. Benjamin said the uncle was going to kiss the pretty sister, so we came to take a peek." Bentley Howard’s son, Bentley, argued with a clear voice, "My dad said good kids shouldn’t lie."

"Bentley Howard, do you know why pigs die?" Benjamin jumped in anger, looking pitifully at little Richard Shaw.

Casimir Shaw looked at the Howard kid, who was barely up to his waist, thinking that although he was a bit dumb, if he hit him, he might cry and blame him for not finding a future wife. He absolutely couldn’t hit him, especially since it was old Richard’s wedding today, and if he caused trouble, old Richard would flay him alive.

"Benjamin, he’s the little brother, you can’t hit him." Casimir Shaw said with a playful smile.

"Hmph." Benjamin pouted, not wanting to pay attention to them anymore, and said in a soft voice, "Brother, let’s go find Mommy, with us here, uncle won’t kiss the pretty sister."

Constantine Stewart: "..."

Chloe Winston: "!!!"

This little girl from the Leclair Family must be a genius.

A group of little kids saw that the fun was over here, so they quickly ran off to find new entertainment, leaving behind two exceptionally awkward adults.

Constantine Stewart gazed at Chloe Winston in her fresh and youthful outfit today. She was young, with tender skin, and from his angle, she was a sight for sore eyes. He couldn’t help but lean forward, speaking in a low voice: "Why are you so good to me today?"

Since their divorce, it was the most friendly and pleasant day she’d had toward him, making Constantine Stewart inwardly joyful, with the corners of his eyes slightly uplifted, as if he suddenly saw a glimmer of hope. He could almost envision their future lives. He still had many plans yet to be realized, like places to take Chloe, sights to see, whether to have one or two children, and ideally a cute little daughter. She would definitely not be as scheming as that little girl from the Leclair Family. He wanted to spoil the mother and daughter like princesses.

Chloe Winston unwittingly took a step back, speaking lightly: "I’m always good to my friends."

"So, am I your friend now?" The man, standing at 188 cm tall, slightly leaned forward again, unintentionally exuding a bit of pressure, his voice with a hint of a smile.

Chloe Winston suddenly felt the space getting a bit cramped, but she couldn’t just flee; she held her clutch tightly and nodded, saying: "Being friends is better than being enemies."

The man let out a low laugh, sighed somewhat helplessly, missing the sweet and adorable Mrs. Stewart of the past.

"Mr. Stewart, what are you doing here? Mrs. Shaw has been asking about you." Someone recognized Constantine Stewart and quickly approached him with a smile.

Constantine Stewart realized that he’d been here for a while and had barely missed Mrs. Shaw, so he nodded and smiled: "Thank you, I’ll head there right away."

After speaking, the man reached out to hold Chloe Winston’s slender wrist, saying in a low voice: "I’ll take you to meet Mrs. Shaw."

Constantine Stewart treated Mrs. Shaw like his own grandmother, instinctively wanting to take Chloe along.

Chloe Winston, wearing high heels, had her wrist firmly grasped by the man and couldn’t break free, so she had to follow him to meet Mrs. Shaw.

Since it was nearly noon and most of the guests had arrived, Chloe Winston, following behind Constantine Stewart, noticed that almost everyone present was someone she had seen on TV, and was a bit surprised. Sensing her thoughts, the man glanced at her and said in a low voice: "Don’t worry, I’ve got you."

Grandma Shaw had been busy all over; her grandson was a bit wooden and had been a bit slow to get excited since the wedding prep began. Leah, who’s as smooth as a diplomat, was the bride, and people coming were all highly distinguished, so she had to be hands-on. When she saw Constantine Stewart and Chloe Winston, she immediately broke into a huge grin and waved, saying: "Come here, Winter, help Grandma entertain the guests."

Constantine Stewart was rounded up to help like a strong young worker, circulating among the guests alongside Richard Shaw, assisting him in attending to the guests.

This left Mrs. Shaw holding on to Chloe Winston, smiling warmly as she introduced her to some female guests present, leaving Chloe both flattered and overwhelmed.

"Is this the young star you’ve been mentioning?"

"She’s quite a looker. Does she have a young man?"

"Shoo, shoo, she’s the young lady I’m saving for our family, don’t try and compete with me." Mrs. Shaw chuckled, looking at Chloe with both relief and reflection, hoping this was the chance for Winter to leave behind his childhood shadows and perhaps Chloe could be the key.

The wedding banquet soon began at noon; though the guests were of very high stature, the wedding itself was a solid Chinese banquet, relatively straightforward. The person officiating was a highly respected leader, lacking many flashy aspects, but about the nation’s most powerful were present, serving as witnesses. This wedding was clearly the only grand yet low-key wedding Imperial City had seen in years.

Richard Shaw was all tough-guy steel. His demeanor on the wedding day had him embodying that soldierly iron-willed firmness. On the contrary, Leah Squire was the one crying hard, which even brought tears to Mrs. Shaw’s eyes.

Chloe Winston watched the tall and handsome Vice Admiral as he held his beautiful wife in his arms, comforting her. For some reason, her eyes welled up. This kind of love is wonderful, wasn’t it the most beautiful blessing to see lovers become family?

The lively wedding feast continued into the afternoon before gradually winding down.

Although the wedding was not publicly announced, all news media reported on it that day, and the journalists specifically photographed the wedding guests. Although many guests arrived by charter directly into the estate, some whose status did not warrant such stayed parked outside, like Chloe Winston.

Once Chloe Winston’s participation photos at the wedding surfaced online, they instantly sparked discussions. Netizens scrutinized her high fashion dress and her earrings, growing increasingly astonished as they delved deeper.

"What is this young lady’s background to even attend Vice Admiral Shaw’s wedding? Can anyone else in the whole Entertainment Sector claim to have gone?"

"Don’t even ask, it was just Chloe Winston; the deeper you think about it, the more terrifying it seems."

"Mention @LuoYiren, didn’t she always claim a socialite status, recently getting into France’s high society? If you were so amazing, why didn’t you attend Vice Admiral Shaw’s wedding?"

"The commenter above is brutal. They make it clear without needing to spell it out, the difference between real and fake socialites is stark."

"Am I the only one wildly in love with the young lady’s earrings? Those were top-notch at last spring’s London auction, sold for over 15 million. *Sobs*, I just want to worship."

"The light dress is gorgeous. G label’s official blog said this was a high-end custom loan from them, G label’s ad strategy is downright insane."

The netizens devoured the gossip with delight, and then someone sobbed out, "Mr. Stewart was also at the wedding. As a shameless fan of the ’Warm Winter CP,’ I can imagine several hundred thousand words of sweetness."

Netizens: "You nailed it above!!!"