Chapter 1522 - 1509: Chef Ji Exceeds Expectations

Chloe watched him actually going to learn the Howard Family’s grandmother’s secret skills and suddenly widened her eyes, then sweetly smiled and buried herself in eating.

"Try this venison." Constantine noticed Chloe was eating directly, without even preparing drinks, so he put down his chopsticks and said, "Do you want red wine or a cocktail?"

"Not red wine, I want fruit wine." Chloe didn’t like drinking, and couldn’t find pleasure in tasting red wine.

Constantine nodded, knowing she preferred a child’s taste, got up to go to the kitchen, washed fresh fruits, put them on a plate, and then made Chloe a large cup of kumquat lemon juice, without ice cubes, and brought it to her. He made one for himself too; this sweet and sour drink was something kids loved.

Chloe almost ate her tongue; the venison was tender and juicy, and the beef was spicy enough that she kept drinking juice, eventually eating a full bowl of rice with the dishes.

These dishes were more to her liking than the whole table of New Year’s Eve dinner at the Shaw Family.

"Is it good?" Constantine saw that she was eating without speaking and knew his cooking suited her, his smile deepened. He knew many dishes, but he hadn’t cooked for years and thought his culinary skills had become rusty.

"It’s delicious, delicious." Chloe nodded, now seeing Constantine as more pleasing to the eye, thinking he was practically a walking food supplier. If this gentleman was happy and willing to cook every day, it’d be great.

"If you like it, I’ll cook often. But..." Constantine’s voice paused slightly, his handsome and elegant face with a hint of a smile as he looked at her.

"I’ll wash the dishes, I’ll do the chores." Chloe quickly raised her hand, excitedly said.

Constantine raised an eyebrow, she didn’t mention the most crucial part. He leaned forward, coughed slightly, and spoke in a husky voice: "Servants do all that."

Chloe stared at him with her big black eyes, waiting for him to continue.

Perhaps the girl’s gaze was too clear and bright, Constantine’s face flushed, feeling his behavior was somewhat opportunistic, but after being a monk for so long, he’d be foolish not to seek benefits for himself.

"We’ve started dividing chores, so maybe we don’t need to sleep in separate rooms?" He spoke in a low voice with narrowed eyes.

Chloe was stunned for a moment; then, she realized this old man was indirectly wooing her! She almost choked. How was she supposed to respond? Didn’t she let him sleep in the master bedroom yesterday?

"Speaking of which, shouldn’t you give me an explanation for last night’s events? Like a title or something."

"What?" Explanation? Title? Chloe was shocked.

In the end, Chloe stuttered and didn’t give an answer, while Constantine quietly went to wash the dishes. In the corner of his eye, he saw the girl’s conflicted look, and immediately felt the dawn of victory was near.

He knew the girl he raised wouldn’t resist kindness. If someone was good to her, she’d give back genuinely. Now that she’d eaten his meal and he helped her with various tasks and chores, he could justifiably sleep in the same bed in the future.

The more Constantine thought about it, the more relieved he felt. He played his cards well, showing nothing on his face, leisurely cleaned the kitchen, then went upstairs to shower, changed his clothes, and then leisurely wanted to hug Chloe.

On the night of the second day of the Lunar New Year, there wasn’t much entertainment. Chloe soaked in the bath, then hugged her phone and browsed film reviews, crying and laughing at times. When Constantine came knocking, he saw the girl had just finished bathing, her hair still wet, playing on her phone, and was slightly displeased by her negligence.

"It’s so cold; do you want to catch a cold?"

Chloe saw him come over dressed in a thin robe, chest half exposed, and pointed at his clothes: "You’re wearing less than me."

"Because I’m a man, not afraid of the cold." Constantine reached out to hold her soft little fingers, entered, shut the door with his foot, then kissed her little face, and in a husky voice said, "Let me dry your hair."

"You just lie down and play on your phone."

Chloe happily continued playing on her phone, laying on the bed, completely unaware of how alluring and dangerous that posture was.

Constantine brought the hairdryer, half-kneeling on the bed, saw she only wore pajamas, her curves exposed. That posture revealed her slender waist, her fair jade-like little feet playfully moving, his gaze suddenly darkened slightly, untied her dry hat, and helped dry her hair. The room had the heater on, added to the warmth from the hairdryer, the temperature mysteriously started to rise.

"What are you watching?" Constantine asked as he dried her hair, leaned closer, and in a husky voice queried.

Chloe felt a bit warm, thought it was the hairdryer’s fault, didn’t care, her head didn’t rise, answering: "Reading reviews, it’s the second day today, it’s not suitable to call Sister Zhao. Before, I decided to retire from the industry myself; if I say I returned to Imperial City, I might continue working and get scolded by Sister Zhao."

Constantine raised an eyebrow, did Kyla’s manager dare to scold his woman?

"Didn’t you say you retired from acting, why want to continue filming again?"

"It’s not necessarily filming, I don’t know what to do after graduation. I wanted to open a flower shop, but then I couldn’t stay in Imperial City. I originally wanted a laid-back lifestyle, opening a flower shop here without careful management, and in a few years all my earnings would be wasted."

Constantine saw her pink lips move and move, speaking pitiably and adorably, a little resentful look, chuckled deeply, and said, "So, do you want to leave Imperial City because you can’t let go of the city or its people?"

Although Chloe wanted a laid-back life, after months away, she resolved all her tangled thoughts and naturally wanted to return to a familiar environment.

Constantine turned off the hairdryer, placed it aside, reached out to hug her, deeply pressing against her small earlobe and in a husky tone said, "Can’t let go of me?"

Chloe’s toes curled in embarrassment, her eyes were like spring waves, weakly saying, "Shameless."

Since the third day of the Lunar New Year, they didn’t have much to do; after Chloe was tossed all night, she slept until noon the next day. Constantine got up and made a simple lunch, they ate and stayed cuddled in bed. It’s said short separations are like a new marriage; after three months apart, finally having water-like intimacy, Constantine was very clingy, and Chloe was weak and sore all day.