Chapter 1507 - 1497: Are You Afraid She’ll Leave, So You Went to Great Lengths to Shelter Her Like a Hothouse Flower?

Constantine Stewart’s flight arrived in the Imperial City at night, and the man went straight to the Spring Prosperity Garden.

Chloe Winston’s house was completely dark, with only the streetlamps on the roadside casting a dim glow. Constantine Stewart entered the house, noting the cold, uninhabited atmosphere.

The man turned on all the lights in the house, instantly brightening the room and dispelling the darkness.

Constantine Stewart took a lap upstairs and downstairs, his refined, handsome face cold as ice, then wordlessly headed to Finnian’s house and rang the doorbell.

In the middle of the night, although the villas were not close to each other, the doorbell was quite clear.

Finnian heard the doorbell, casually threw on a coat, and went downstairs to see the travel-worn Constantine Stewart standing outside the door like a doorman.

"Why are you here?" Finnian opened the door, letting him in, then checked the time; it was almost 2 a.m. This man was jet-lagged, and he needed sleep.

"Where did Chloe go?" Constantine Stewart asked bluntly.

"She went out for a break. If you want to find her, just call her." Finnian poured a glass of hot water, took a sip, and casually poured a glass for Constantine Stewart as well.

"She hasn’t answered the phone, must have changed her SIM card." Constantine Stewart’s expression darkened a bit. Seeing Finnian in the Imperial City, his heart settled; as long as they hadn’t left together, it was fine.

"You can find her on WeChat." Finnian crossed his arms, seeing his cold demeanor, resembling a man catching an adulterer, raised his eyebrows and said, "You two have been divorced a long time ago, yet you still cling to her so tightly. Naturally, she needs a break. Constantine Stewart, Chloe Winston is an independent woman with her own opinions, not a child anymore."

Constantine Stewart’s thin lips tightened, casting a cold glance at Finnian, as if to say it wasn’t his place to teach him a lesson.

"She’s only twenty-one, unaware of how dangerous the outside world is."

"Twenty-one is an adult, and she grew up in an orphanage, not pampered in a greenhouse. Before you adopted her, she managed just fine." Finnian scoffed, "Or perhaps you feel insecure and want to raise her like a delicate flower?"

Constantine Stewart couldn’t be bothered to argue, leaving with a cold face, wordlessly.

"Constantine Stewart." Finnian called out, watching the most refined and handsome young master, Mr. Stewart, of the Imperial City, gently said, "If you truly like her, you should let go, not just possess."

Constantine Stewart froze slightly, then walked away without looking back.

The man didn’t return home, instead heading for Chloe Winston’s house, where Zheng Gu moved in his luggage.

This time, he went abroad with Mr. Stewart, so after Miss Winston left the Imperial City, he was constantly on edge, fearing this anger would turn on him.

"Mr. Stewart, will you be staying here for the time being? If you’re not going back to Fulham Road, I’ll call the housekeeper." Zheng Gu said cautiously, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Yes." Constantine Stewart entered the house, watched the man leave, the garden flowers still blooming beautifully. His right hand subconsciously reached for his phone, sending Chloe Winston a message on WeChat, "When will you be back? I’ll take care of the house for you."

The other side didn’t reply for a long time, as if they didn’t see it.

"You can go rest. Let me know immediately if you hear from Chloe Winston." The man waved him off, then sat alone in the living room, gazing at the deep night outside. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, feeling somewhat resigned. Maybe he should try to let go?

Chloe Winston traveled south, exploring mountains and rivers, specifically choosing secluded small towns, similar to when she ran away from home years ago to seek refuge with Delphine in the South Sea.

This time, she carried plenty of money, no longer fearing going hungry. Upon arriving in the South Sea, she even visited Benjamin Leclair and Nicholas Carter at the Leclair Residence, not deliberately hiding her tracks, occasionally posting on her moments.

Constantine Stewart, on the other hand, texted her on WeChat daily, talking about mundane things or taking care of the small garden’s flowers. She intentionally didn’t reply, and the man wasn’t annoyed, persisting day after day without appearing in front of her.

Chloe Winston was taken aback, secretly deciding that if Constantine Stewart could persist for three months, she would believe him.

While Chloe Winston wandered wildly, Constantine Stewart felt bored in the Imperial City. Out of idleness, he called Richard Shaw and others for gatherings.

Richard Shaw refused eight out of ten times, staying home to take care of his pregnant wife. The Shaw Family matriarch found him pitiful and felt Chloe Winston was pitiful too, but still steeled her heart to act like she didn’t know anything.

The New Year was approaching, the Imperial City was blanketed in snow, thick enough to reach one’s calves.

This year was full of joy for the Shaw Family, with Richard Shaw’s wedding and a baby on the way, filling the entire family with happiness, preparing early for a fruitful year, and quickly bringing the unlucky Constantine Stewart to celebrate with the family.

"Grandmother said you must come for New Year’s Eve dinner, or she’ll disown you," Richard Shaw said while he and others cleared the snow in front of the Shaw Family’s house, then called Constantine Stewart.

"Oh," Constantine Stewart replied expressionlessly, feeling lazy in the winter, especially with the warmth indoors like spring. Dressed in thin, loose loungewear, like a sloth nestled on the sofa, he lazily said, "Do you want me to watch you and Leah Squire show off your love? Or see an old man pamper his wife? I refuse manually."

"Thanks for the compliment. I’ll send Smoochy to pick you up later." Richard Shaw hung up without acknowledging his last words.

Listening to the dial tone, Constantine Stewart felt speechless, habitually sending Chloe Winston a WeChat message to complain: "Richard Shaw has completely evolved into a lapdog now, a devoted wife-lover who can’t understand human language. I already said I won’t go to the Shaw Family for New Year’s Eve dinner; a singleton doesn’t want to eat dog food, but he still hung up on me..."

Chloe Winston was on the high-speed train, with intermittent phone signal, listening to his complaints, she burst out laughing but still ignored him.

"Chloe, I’m going to the Shaw Family for New Year’s Eve dinner. Where are you having dinner tonight? Remember to eat more, gain some weight..."

"Happy New Year, Chloe Winston, you’ve grown another year."

The man’s rambling voice messages kept coming, whenever he wanted to talk to her, he’d send a voice note.

Listening, Chloe Winston pulled her suitcase back to the Spring Prosperity Garden.

It was Chinese New Year’s Eve, Finnian and Desmond Wood had gone back to the countryside to celebrate, Charles Taylor returned to the Sutton Residence for the New Year, and Wendy Starling had also returned to the Magic City.

Chloe Winston returned home, travel-worn, finding the house as she had left it, except the front and back gardens were filled with colorful flowers, mainly plum and camellia. The house was spotless, as if regularly cleaned, and the windows and doors were decorated with "Fu" character signs, exuding a festive atmosphere.