After Constantine Stewart said those words, he didn't make any other move. Instead, he gracefully opened the door and stepped out, thoughtfully securing the door behind him.
Chloe Winston stood there, stunned, with the lingering scent of the man on her lips, tasting like the bottled water she had bought. She wiped her slightly tingling lips and then huffed dismissively, thinking Constantine Stewart must have hit his head doing a reality show.
The man who's normally so domineering suddenly acting all tender and emotional—it's like a soldier known for drawing his sword at a disagreement suddenly trying to reason like a scholar from the village!
People don't change so easily, and she'd be a fool to believe it. But Constantine Stewart constantly coming around to harass her like this isn't a feasible solution either.
