Chapter 1480 - 1470: Don’t Be Mad, Baby—I’ll Listen to You

Chloe Winston looked at his childish, spoiling behavior, feeling at a loss for words. She placed the warmed milk on the small coffee table in front of the sofa and said coldly, "Will you drink it?" The man stared fixedly at her fair little face, noticing she wasn’t smiling and her adorable dimples were absent. He immediately frowned and poked her little face, trying to appease her, "Baby, don’t be mad, I’ll drink it."

Then, he looked at the milk with disdain, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one go. He pressed his handsome face close to Chloe’s, holding her little face and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I drank it all, is there a reward?"

Chloe’s mouth twitched slightly, thinking this old man was really childish to death. She replied expressionlessly, "No reward, misbehave and you’ll sleep on the sofa tonight."

Constantine Stewart heard this and his handsome face suddenly turned solemn. He looked at her deeply as if his eyes were ink, squeezed her pointed chin, but said nothing.

The man was extremely close; his eyes were fixedly watching her, making Chloe feel uneasy. If his behavior weren’t so abnormal and his speech so strange, Chloe would suspect he wasn’t drunk at all.

In her impression, Constantine Stewart was never this drunk. He was very restrained with drinking and smoking; when she was first adopted, Constantine used to smoke. Later on, somehow, he gradually quit. As for drinking, he consistently only drank wine or low-alcohol beverages. Fortunately, even when drunk, the man’s face was good-looking and didn’t evoke any disgust from her.

The man’s handsome face got closer and closer. Chloe was pressed against the sofa, leaning back slightly, nervously asking, "What are you, you, you going to do?"

The man wanted to speak but his breathing was heavy, all filled with the smell of alcohol. He frowned, pursed his thin lips, and kept poking her little face. Then he seriously picked up a strand of hair stuck to her face and mumbled, "Baby, hair."

Suddenly having a strand of hair pulled made Chloe’s scalp ache, and she instantly felt like crying from the pain. Seeing this, the man’s deep eyes lit up, he gave her a heavy kiss and said hoarsely, "A kiss will make it not hurt."

He continued kissing her, with a proud look that said he was helping her with the pain and she ought to praise him quickly.

Chloe Winston: "..."

Constantine Stewart, half-drunk and half-awake, had a drunken rampage all night. Chloe was tangled up by him, unable to get free, so she could only half-trick and half-coax him into the guest room, then exhausted, she fell asleep.

The next morning, the man woke up with his biological clock, pressing his throbbing head. He saw he was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, with a splitting headache, sleeping in the guest room, and there was a small bulging mound in his arms. The man’s body stiffened slightly, lowering his gaze to see the soft young girl sleeping in his arms, resting her head on his arm, and his gaze suddenly deepened.

Chloe was still wearing yesterday’s little dress; the neckline was a bit disheveled, faintly showing snow-white skin. The curve made his mouth dry, and the early-morning Mr. Stewart, already stimulated and tempted, felt his body tense up, his gaze fluctuating several times, contemplating whether to indulge momentarily or consider lifelong happiness.

After intense inner turmoil, Constantine Stewart looked expressionlessly at his uncooperative brother, then carefully moved the young girl’s body to the side and got up to take a cold shower.

After taking a cold shower, he went for a run to vent his vigorous energy. Once he had circled Spring Prosperity Garden and returned, Constantine Stewart’s mind cleared a bit. Remembering yesterday’s farewell party with Old L and Delphine, he realized a bunch of people had coaxed him into drinking, and he also wanted to drink more to get cozy with Chloe Winston at home. As a result, he drank and returned home, harassed the girl, and suddenly felt embarrassed, thinking the weather was truly damn hot, even though it was already autumn.

The man stood in the small garden, picked up a watering can on the side, filled it with water, and pretentiously began watering the flowers. While watering, he thought about last night’s multiple kisses with Chloe Winston, feeling the alcohol was worth drinking after all.

Feeling extremely good, Constantine Stewart called Zheng Gu, asking him to bring breakfast over. Then saw Finnian coming up with breakfast. Finnian wore casual T-shirts and shorts, with glasses, projecting a gentle and harmless appearance.

The two tall, handsome men faced each other across the flower gate adorned with a trellis, one standing outside the small garden, the other inside, creating a momentary strange atmosphere.

"This pot of flowers can’t be watered every day, it will drown," Finnian couldn’t help but say when he saw him constantly watering the flowers.

Constantine Stewart looked at the half-watered flower, smiled, put the watering can on the flower stand, raised his eyebrows, and said lightly, "Mr. Wood, is it early in the morning for visiting?"

Finnian, being a meticulous person as well, saw him in running attire, clearly having slept there last night, figured he’d been there for two nights, feeling a bit unhappy, but still smiled indifferently, "I’m delivering breakfast to Ah-Chu. When Chloe stayed here before, I managed her three meals a day. Her living habits aren’t great. I’m afraid she’ll go hungry."

"Going forward, I’ll be taking care of Chloe’s daily life, Mr. Wood won’t need to trouble himself," Constantine Stewart said coldly, thinking of his four months away from the Imperial City, during which this dog constantly vouched for her. He couldn’t bring himself to smile.

"Mr. Stewart is a guest, whereas I’m Chloe’s neighbor; mutual lookout is normal," Finnian smiled gracefully, refusing to back down an inch, seemingly mentioning without intention, "Isn’t your wedding with Miss Lorre approaching fast, Mr. Stewart? Why are you still hanging around here at Chloe’s?"

Constantine Stewart narrowed his eyes. What does this mean? He had nothing to do with Luo Yi Ren.

Constantine Stewart, after all, had a deep mind. He turned around without a word to grab his phone, opened Weibo, and then saw that today’s trending searches were filled with Luo Yi Ren’s name. Not only that, there was also news about the Earl’s wife who had come for a vacation; both went on a trip together, with various media making insinuations that Mr. Stewart and Luo Yi Ren’s wedding date was near.

Seeing this, Constantine Stewart’s handsome face darkened. He quickly called Zhen Gu, coldly saying, "Take down the news online. What is public relations doing, what are you guys good for?"

Constantine Stewart rarely got angry. On the other side, Zhen Gu was bewildered, then his face suddenly changed. Just when he wanted to speak, the call was abruptly hung up.

Zhen Gu hurriedly went to check today’s hot news and then saw the Earl’s wife and Luo Yi Ren in the news together. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly called the PR department.

This group of little brats dared to let such news pass.

"Brother Zhen, what’s up, is there a problem with this news? The media didn’t notify us beforehand when they released this. We called to verify afterward, and they said it was the Earl’s wife who wanted to publish it. We saw that it didn’t mention Mr. Stewart, so we didn’t dare to pull it." The PR staff explained with cold sweat on their face. How would they know about the affairs of the wealthy? Moreover, this wasn’t the first time Luo Yi Ren tied herself with Mr. Stewart to stir up gossip. Since she is an artist under Mr. Stewart, everyone just turned a blind eye, thinking Mr. Stewart was aware of it.

"Couldn’t you have called and asked me?" Zhen Gu was so angry he felt like vomiting blood. Thinking of Mr. Stewart’s angry demeanor made his legs go weak. He said, "Hurry up, take down all the news, and here’s a heads up for you. In the future, all news about the Madam and Luo Yi Ren should be blocked until verified."

After giving instructions, Zhen Gu hastily went to Fulham Road to get breakfast, then drove to Spring Prosperity Garden.

Constantine Stewart hung up the phone, his face grim. He saw Finnian already in the room, placing exquisite white porcelain pots and several small dishes on the dining table, clearly showcasing the care he put into making this porridge early in the morning. Instantly, his face darkened even more.

"Mr. Stewart should first manage the mess in the backyard. Otherwise, when Chloe gets dragged into your aristocratic feuds, the little bit of good reputation she’s managed to gather will be completely ruined." Finnian smiled genteelly, each word hitting home, "When the netizens start to bash her, it could destroy her future."

"These matters will be handled by me. There’s no need for Mr. Mu to worry." Constantine Stewart said coldly.

"It’s not you that I’m concerned about, it’s Chloe. Luo Yi Ren knows about your divorce with Chloe Winston, doesn’t she? This woman rose to fame because of you. If you let her fall hard, she’ll retaliate against Chloe, and things will become uncontrollable by then. The only one getting hurt will be Chloe."

The man narrowed his eyes. Recently, he had been focused on nurturing his relationship with Chloe and avoiding his mother, leaving her pushed to desperation, which was why she came up with this trick. As for Luo Yi Ren, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.

Without a word, Constantine Stewart made a call back to Fulham Road, asking the butler to arrange a meeting with Luo Yi Ren and his biological mother at the private residence on Fulham Road in the afternoon.

Upon hanging up, seeing Finnian still hadn’t left, he squinted discontentedly, asking, "Is Mr. Mu planning to stay for breakfast?"

Finnian shrugged and smiled, "I thought I might. But I only brought breakfast for two, none for Mr. Stewart."

Between the undercurrents in their conversation, there was movement upstairs.

Chloe Winston was awakened by a phone call. It was from Xiao Qiu. She was kept up late last night by Constantine Stewart, and her mind was still groggy. Wearing slippers, she answered her phone and spoke hoarsely, "Qiu, aren’t we heading to the set tomorrow?"

"Sister, Constantine Stewart and Luo Yi Ren are getting married."

Upon hearing this, Chloe Winston was momentarily stunned. Then she looked up at Constantine Stewart standing in the living room and Finnian, who had come to deliver breakfast, her body froze.

"It’s all over the trending searches. Luo Yi Ren was shopping for furniture with that Earl’s wife. Everyone’s saying the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship is great, and they are picking out new wedding furniture. You better not be kept in the dark. Mr. Stewart is no good, a scumbag riding two boats." The assistant excitedly reported over the phone, her voice high-pitched while the two tall, handsome men in the living room heard every word clearly.

Finnian flashed a gentle smile, while Constantine Stewart’s face was dark, wishing he could strangle that little assistant.