Chapter 1525 - 1512: Let’s Sleep in Separate Rooms

Desmond Wood’s face turned red from Constantine Stewart’s words; seeing the man sitting gracefully on the sofa, fingers deftly handling the controls, fully recovered, he flew to the wilderness and cut down a well-equipped player, all anger vanished, and he didn’t dare utter a word.

"Boss, I beg you to take one more disciple." Desmond Wood dramatically went over and tried to hold onto his leg.

"Get off." Constantine Stewart looked at him with disdain and said, "I only take female disciples, and only one."

"Damn, you only take female disciples, and only one? Are you cheating in the game without consulting our Chloe Winston?" Desmond Wood exploded, tremblingly pointing at Constantine Stewart, and then went to complain to Chloe Winston, "Ah Chloe, you can’t have a man like this."

Rich, good-looking, and with a decent figure, such a man finds hookups in the game without much effort. The area he plays in has abundant gossip; affairs from big shots today, and scandals between wives and mistresses tomorrow are frequent yearly dramas.

If the same happened with Constantine Stewart, it would cause a frenzy among all female players in the zone.

Chloe Winston awkwardly smiled, tugged lightly on Desmond Wood, and said, "I’m the female disciple he took."

Back when Illusion World was in beta testing, the two naturally tested the mentor-disciple and marriage systems all at once, and indeed, she was the only female disciple taught by Constantine Stewart.

Desmond Wood: "..."

"Isn’t it time to eat?" Finnian stood aside and said indifferently; he didn’t understand the game well and was unmoved by Desmond Wood’s excitement, but somehow found Constantine Stewart’s constant flaunting of affection unpleasant.

Is playing games so impressive? A capitalist who needs to call servants even for killing chickens isn’t the type of man suitable for living life.

"Just a bit longer, Wendy Starling and Charles Taylor are coming too." Desmond Wood nonchalantly replied, "I’ll first go boast a bit in the world chat because today is a significant milestone in my life."

Constantine Stewart was slightly displeased at the mention of more guests; weren’t these two light bulbs enough, now even four more are coming?

"I’ll ask Sister Wendy where they are; it’s been almost half a year since we last met," Chloe Winston eagerly ran to the door to check, leaving behind an increasingly gloomy Constantine Stewart.

After about half an hour, Wendy Starling and Charles Taylor arrived together. Wendy Starling came to visit Chloe Winston, and Charles Taylor was here to witness firsthand to finally give up.

"Wow, you look more radiant as time goes by!" Wendy Starling held Chloe Winston’s hand and lavishly praised her.

Chloe Winston patted her cheeks and laughed, "Alright, stop joking, we’ve been waiting for you to dine."

Then she began to prepare for the meal.

Wendy Starling pulled her into the small garden and sneakily asked, "Back to Imperial City so soon, have you made up your mind? When’s the wedding?"

Chloe Winston felt a bit embarrassed and whispered, "We’re just trying to see if we’re compatible; marriage hasn’t been discussed yet."

"Then hurry up and try; if it works, get married quickly. Constantine Stewart is a hot commodity in Imperial City, especially since Vice Admiral Xie married last year, the few remaining bachelors from prestigious families in Imperial City are rare." Wendy Starling was jealous yet envious, laughing, "You’re one lucky girl."

Wendy Starling didn’t know Constantine Stewart was her ex-husband, so Chloe Winston didn’t say more, just nodded and led her indoors to eat.

The meal was lively yet bizarre; everyone met during a reality show recording, and if not for this show, many might never have become acquainted. By the meal’s end, it turned into several men incessantly urging Constantine Stewart to drink.

Especially with Desmond Wood leading the teasing, Constantine Stewart saw two rivals approaching and refused to be outdone, drinking with them one-on-three indiscriminately.

Chloe Winston and Wendy Starling moved aside to chat long before, when they returned, all four men were drunk. The Wood brothers were easier to deal with, living in the same community, so they were directly sent home, while Charles Taylor was ultimately driven back by Wendy Starling.

Chloe Winston helped Constantine Stewart upstairs, frowning, "Weren’t you unable to drink? Yet you drank so much, reeking of alcohol."

Constantine Stewart was somewhat intoxicated but not completely drunk; he wrapped his arms around her smooth, slim shoulders, letting his weight press on her, and said in a low and husky voice, "I’m happy inside."

And with that, he leaned in to kiss her.

Feeling distaste, Chloe Winston pushed him away, shoved him into the bathroom, turned on the shower, running hot water to let him sober up. The mist quickly diffused, and the bathroom’s temperature gradually rose.

Pushed into the bathtub, with hot water splashing on his face, Constantine Stewart sobered up slightly, grabbing her hand and hoarsely suggested, "Join me for a bath?"

The man half-sat in the oversized tub, his clothes disheveled to reveal toned abdominal muscles, wet, messy bangs making his features appear even more profound and captivating, inexplicably alluring.

Chloe Winston was almost melted by his heated gaze, wanted to refuse yet found herself pulled into the tub by his powerful arms.

The tub was large but still crowded with two adults.

Seeing her soaking clothes, Chloe Winston ground her teeth, yelling, "Constantine Stewart—"

The man laughed deeply, his voice seductive, "Darling, I’ll compensate for the clothes, compensate for life."

And he bent down to kiss her.

After which Constantine Stewart, drunk, acted like a big boy, pestering her all night, to the point Chloe Winston didn’t even have the strength left to glare at him, lying languidly on the bed and drifting off to sleep, planning to confront him the next day.

The following morning, Chloe Winston woke feeling as if run over by a vehicle, aching everywhere, lacking the strength even to get up, while the drunken man rose refreshed, transformed back into his usual sophisticated and handsome self, as though nothing happened.

Chloe Winston coldly laughed, considering separate bedrooms.

Kyla Zamora found out about Chloe Winston’s return from Desmond Wood and arrived hastily the next afternoon.

By then, Chloe Winston had applied medication, barely able to get off the bed, wearing a soft wool sweater and home pants, sipping hot milk from a cup.

"What’s up? Your face is so pale; you’re not sick, are you?" Kyla Zamora came in dressed heavily in a down coat, livened up by the warmth indoors, removing her coat and hanging it up, seeing the girl lying on the sofa languidly, with Constantine Stewart speaking softly to her beside, she rushed forward to check on Chloe Winston’s condition.

Chloe Winston shook her head, barely able to get up, quickly inviting Kyla Zamora to sit, stammering to brush over, definitely not admitting to indulging in excesses these past few days, having done too much.

"Sis, why did you come over?"

The butler came to prepare tea for Kyla Zamora, she took a sip to soothe her throat and warm up, laughed, "You came back without saying a word, Desmond Wood told me, the previous film’s box office was high, this film aims for awards in February, Ah Chloe, why don’t you return to continue acting?"