Chapter 1516 - 1505: Wanting a Child

Snow fluttered all over the city, while inside it was warm as spring.

Constantine Stewart hadn’t slept all night, while Chloe Winston fell asleep after reaching the point of exhaustion.

The man held her to take a hot bath, then found himself sleepless on this freezing night.

Since they needed to visit family the next day, he just tasted a little sweetness without fully satisfying himself. But seeing the young girl, who had been outside all this time and had just returned during the busiest New Year’s period, looking spirited yet actually exhausted, he couldn’t bring himself to continue to disturb her.

Constantine gently cradled her slender body in his arms, running his slender fingers over the curves of her eyebrows and eyes, her crescent-shaped fine brows, big watery eyes, and small cherry lips looked cuter the more he stared, making his body feel a bit tense and uneasy.

The man kissed her cheek, then picked up his phone to distract himself.

At this hour, Ignatius Leclair was likely still awake, probably having dinner.

Constantine got up, putting on a coat, carrying wine and glasses, sat on the balcony, watching the winter night snow scene outside the window, and chatted with Ignatius Leclair.

Since the birth of his youngest son, Ignatius completely turned into a hands-on dad, taking care of all matters related to his son himself. Poor little Benjamin Leclair, only a few months old, already having to endure his father’s cunning, deep education.

"At this hour, it must be 2 or 3 AM over there, why aren’t you asleep, lonely on a solitary pillow?" Ignatius, seeing Benjamin sleeping with chubby pink cheeks, filled with joy, kissed his son once more, then leisurely asked.

This time, for New Year’s in London, not only did the Leclair family elder come, but even Sylvester Cloud and his nephew came to see Delphine and the child.

Maximilian arranged for everyone to stay in a hotel, and using the excuse of taking care of his youngest son, Ignatius left all the hosting affairs to Nathan Leclair and his team. At this hour, the group was still out sightseeing and eating, full of interest even in the cold winter.

Constantine noticed the mockery in his tone, squinted his eyes, glanced towards the sleeping young girl inside, then smiled and said, "Yeah, an eternal bachelor here, with no wife or kids, always lonely and unable to sleep."

"That’s something you have to handle yourself, us brothers can’t help you find a wife, but I can share my experience," Ignatius laughed. "After all, all my close friends have wives now, seeing you, an old man, with no takers, is worrisome."

"Isn’t your second brother single too?" Constantine rolled his eyes, secretly deciding that this year, no matter what, he would drown these black-hearted friends with wedding invitations.

Ignatius, who often stays in the United Kingdom, has Nathan Leclair standing as the leading figure in the South Seas. He had been abroad since his youth, not returning for over a decade, and once he did, he caused a major upheaval there. Now, finding a partner is the least of it; even the major figures in the aristocratic families resent him to their cores.

"Are you talking about Nathan?" Ignatius pondered, as it seemed he hadn’t seen him with any girl over the years, perhaps still reminiscing about that first teenage love? Thinking of this turned his face a bit dark; though boys often fancy cute girls at that age, the thought of Nathan’s fondness for Delphine, who was naive and clumsy like a small snail at fifteen, made him want Nathan to hurry up and find someone to marry.

"I’ll bring it up when the elder gets back, let him go for some match-making."

The Leclair elder, having a new precious great-grandson, is so filled with joy and delight in playing with the baby every day that he forgets there’s a single man in the family.

"By the way, let me show you a video of our little fourth," said Ignatius, sending a video invitation over, pointing the camera at the chubby little baby curled up like a small shrimp. With good genes from both parents, Little Benjamin Leclair had slightly curly fine hair, fair and tender skin, and was just so pretty it was like looking at a girl, even sucking on his finger while asleep.

Constantine, watching the small bundle sleeping, found it incredibly adorable, filling him with envy, saying, "You’re just the public enemy of dads everywhere. Who has kids as cute as the three at your place?"

Upon hearing this, Ignatius was proud, unable to hide the smile in his eyes, saying, "If you’re envious, go have one yourself, by the time old Shi’s kid is born, and you have yours, our little fourth here will take good care of the siblings and be their leader."

Constantine: "..."

While the two old men were chatting about kids, Benjamin Leclair, sleeping sweetly, suddenly woke up, opening his big dark eyes, stretching his little body and yawning, then trying hard, wanting to roll over on the bed.

"Little Four’s awake, still working hard on turning over? Daddy’s recording a video, you’ll find yourself incredibly cute when you grow up."

Constantine watched the Crown Prince of the South Seas turn into a baby slave, utterly speechless, yet Little Benjamin was just too cute, the man didn’t rush to hang up, watching the little one turn red in the face trying to roll, then finally, with daddy’s help, managed to turn over, giggling with delight even clapping little hands, although too small to make a sound.

After flipping over, Benjamin sat on the big bed, those big dark eyes looking at daddy, then at his own fair little hands, going for his fingers to suck.

"No sucking on fingers," Ignatius quickly grabbed his chubby little hands while saying that.

Benjamin’s mouth pouted, and he burst into tears.

"Your son’s protesting," Constantine, amused by the little one’s antics, said gleefully, "Who taught this bad habit?"

"Benjamin’s the culprit," Ignatius replied helplessly. "When he cries like this, it usually means he wet the bed, because when he doesn’t get his fingers, he just stares wide-eyed and doesn’t cry."

The man checked the diaper, finding it indeed wet, then picked up his son and kissed him, changing the diaper skillfully. "Benjamin used to love sucking his thumb when he was little, I took so many videos of that. Now she’s grown old enough to feel embarrassed and wickedly taught it to little Four."

Watching Ignatius deftly change Benjamin’s diaper, the baby really stopped crying, eyes wide and shiny, curiously watching his daddy, wiggling his body on the bed, being as obedient as ever.

The once handsome and aloof aristocrat had now turned into a wife slave and baby slave, becoming a stay-at-home dad taking care of the little baby daily. Constantine found this contrast in Ignatius didn’t diminish his charm at all, instead making him seem more mature and stable. His own thoughts of marriage and children grew even stronger.

Seeing Ignatius needing to attend to little Benjamin, Constantine ended the call, went inside, lay on the bed, held the young girl in his arms, and softly said, "Chloe, let’s have a baby too."