Chapter 1505 - 1495: Is This Your Wife? Not Bad Taste

"Chloe, are you and Mr. Stewart getting married?" Finnian still looked as pleasant as a spring breeze, standing on the shaded path and asking gently.

Seeing even he saying this, Chloe sighed weakly and said, "Constantine Stewart is really killing me."

"How so?" Finnian noticed she didn’t look like a woman lost in the throes of love at all, guessing that it might be Constantine having a crush on her.

The Stewart mother and son have been trying every way to make their presence felt lately.

I heard that Countess Thompson’s flight back to Paris was this afternoon; finally, one has been sent off.

"If I go to him now, I don’t even know what nonsense he’s spreading out there." Chloe’s cheeks puffed up in anger as she recounted the situation, mixing stories about Leah and Countess Thompson, she’s been unable to free herself to draw boundaries with Constantine Stewart. Now that the countess is going back to Paris, rumors about Chloe and Constantine’s secret marriage emerge. If her film wasn’t yet a tail away from finishing shooting, she’d have already left Imperial City without a second thought.

"Is your film about to finish shooting?" Finnian accompanied her to find Constantine Stewart, asking lightly.

Chloe nodded.

"Since things are buzzing in Imperial City, you might consider leaving for a while when your film wraps up. You’re still young, rumors are buzzing outside, your previous marriage with Constantine Stewart ended poorly, you should be more cautious the second time." Finnian calmly suggested, "Time is the only standard for testing truth, as time goes by, hearts become clear, and as you grow older, you’ll make better choices."

Finnian’s words hit Chloe’s heart, her eyes slightly misty, she said softly, "Big Brother Finnian, if your family has a sister, she would be the happiest sister in the world."

Lately, Constantine Stewart has relied on his innate advantages to flirt with her, using outside forces to pressure her; she is indeed a bit tired. A second marriage should be careful, especially when the suitor is a former husband.

"Unfortunately, my family doesn’t have a sister, only Desmond Wood who’s a troublemaking brother." Finnian laughed, seeing the little girl worried until her face was narrowed, he couldn’t help but say, "If you have nowhere to go, you can stay at my old home for a while. Most of the elders in the village live self-sufficiently, rely on the mountains and water, living comfortably, which is different from life in Imperial City."

Chloe was somewhat tempted, originally planning to return to her parents’ birthplace, but if leaving Imperial City, Constantine Stewart insisted on finding her, he would definitely look for her at her parents’ birthplace, considering the information was given by Constantine Stewart.

"I’ll see at the time, I really plan to rest for a while after the film is finished." Chloe said, having walked a long way with Finnian, according to the neighbors’ previous account, Constantine Stewart had already been visiting Villa 15.

When they arrived at the small villa at 15, they saw the garden gate was open, and inside there was enthusiastic and excited voices of the homeowner, seemingly in conversation.

Villa 15 was inhabited by a pair of retired old cadres who typically don’t like interacting with neighbors, especially the old man who is solitary, either spent his days collecting various antiques or fiddling with them at home, playing the radio, sometimes singing opera when pleased.

When Constantine Stewart passed by, the old man was polishing his antiques while humming opera tunes, just when Constantine Stewart was very familiar with those tunes, hearing his father sing them as a child, suddenly stirred up some memories.

Constantine Stewart, an expert in collecting, with sharp eyes, noticed people growing flowers and plants in their garden, while this house was filled with all sorts of strange collectibles, he even spotted a Huanghuali chair looking like a piece from the Ming and Qing dynasties, naturally striking up a conversation.

Old Zhao, immersed in the antique collection world, being elderly, naturally didn’t recognize Constantine Stewart, realizing an expert when he casually mentioned the origin of the yard’s ornaments, also noticing Constantine was young, handsome with a stable aura and excellent speech, itching to show off his collection over the years.

Thus, the aloof old man in outsiders’ eyes eagerly went into his house for his antiques, then the two, spanning generations, sat in the yard studying the antiques.

As Chloe arrived, Old Zhao was holding a vividly glazed porcelain bowl in his arms, stamping his foot in the yard and shouting, "You’re such a bad boy, this bowl is genuinely real, it’s real."

Constantine Stewart rubbed his forehead, how could there be such a stubborn old man, he didn’t have the real one, although this bowl imitated well, a fake can never be real.

"How about I get an assistant to send the real one for comparison?" Mr. Stewart, a man stickler for logic, smiled.

This made Old Zhao stamp his foot even more, his beard almost blowing up with anger, shouting, "Whose boy is this, so annoying, I say it’s real, it is real, even if you bring a hundred for comparison, it’s still real."

Chloe and Finnian entered, seeing Constantine Stewart being directly accused, feeling a bit relieved, she stepped forward laughing, "Grandpa, Constantine Stewart’s brain isn’t too good, don’t bother with him."

Chloe bent her eyes into a smile, looking at Constantine Stewart as if looking at an idiot, arguing with someone who could be her grandfather, not feeling embarrassed at all, still spreading rumors everywhere, ha ha, childish.

"Why are you here? Weren’t you planting flowers and grass at home?" Constantine Stewart’s profound gaze fell on Finnian, seeing Chloe found him, he was happy, but seeing Finnian, his face instantly darkened.

The two men engaged in a brief eye duel.

"Stewart boy, is this who you call your wife? You have some eye for people, but not for antiques." Old Zhao, seeing the sweet smiling girl, couldn’t help but think of his granddaughter, using his speech to stomp on Constantine Stewart a bit more, refusing to admit his beloved treasure for years was a sham.

"Little girl, sit down, Finnian also sit, I’ll have the old lady prepare some side dishes for drinks, dine here tonight, Stewart boy insists my Ming dynasty glaze-red piece is a fake, you provide the judgment."

Finnian knew Old Zhao, as the notoriously difficult and aloof person in the community, first time seeing Old Zhao bring out his precious antiques for outsiders, suddenly looking at Constantine Stewart with some regard.

However, Chloe didn’t have the knowledge to judge Ming dynasty glaze-red, she grabbed Constantine Stewart’s arm flesh and twisted hard, grinning with no laughter, "Isn’t Mr. Stewart single? Where’s the wife?"

Seeing her face cold without a hint of a smile, Constantine Stewart felt his strategy of using public opinion might not work, although he glanced at Finnian following the subtle, unobtrusive way, with a cold laugh, too bad Chloe Winston likes the wild, even if this tactic doesn’t work, he still has others!

Fair competition? Doesn’t exist.

Chloe Winston can only be his woman.