Chapter 1540 - 1527: Little Baby

After Constantine Stewart finished the company’s year-end meeting, he spent another two days with Chloe Winston. Finally, the two left Paris and returned to the Imperial City.

On the day of their departure, Countess Thompson came to see them off. The Stewart Family wanted to come too but feared it would annoy Constantine Stewart, so they decided against it.

The man wore a thick, dark green coat, with his hands in the pockets, exuding an elegant and graceful aura as he stood to the side. He showed no expression regarding his biological mother coming to see him off.

The countess already knew about the couple’s remarriage. Seeing Chloe Winston become even more affectionate, she held her hand and said, "From now on, Winter will need your care. He has endured too much hardship since childhood, so please bear with him more. If he bullies you, just let me know."

"Don’t worry, ma’am, we will be fine," Chloe Winston smiled slightly, "Once we have determined the wedding date, I’ll send you an invitation."

The countess was overjoyed upon hearing this, her eyes slightly moist. Having remarried and having such a strained relationship with her son, she didn’t dare to hope Constantine Stewart would invite her to the wedding. But as long as her daughter-in-law was willing, it meant she could still attend her son’s wedding.

"Great, great, great. Make sure you come to Paris to see me when you have free time," the countess said eagerly, somewhat reluctant to part with Chloe Winston. She took another look at the tall, slender figure standing in the distance and suddenly choked up.

Chloe Winston hugged the countess, then smiled and waved goodbye before walking with small steps toward the man who had been waiting for her for quite a while.

The handsome man, who initially wore a neutral expression, saw her walking quickly toward him and the corners of his lips subtly lifted. He took her hand and laughed in a deep voice, "Why did you talk so long?"

In fact, she only spoke for about five minutes. Chloe Winston held his arm and laughed with squinted eyes, "Honey, did you get impatient waiting?"

Constantine Stewart was slightly stirred by her sweet voice addressing him as husband. His gaze darkened as he looked at her pretty, delicate face. Not caring that it was a busy airport, he held her slim waist, pulling her into his arms and lowering his head to kiss her.

The kiss was restrained yet fervent. She truly was his little sun. Constantine Stewart released her and smiled deeply, "However long the wait, it’s okay."

Chloe Winston was already accustomed to the man’s occasional kisses. Seeing many couples kissing goodbye at the airport, her cheeks flushed as she sighed over how romance was common and exciting here.

"It’s fine when abroad, but once we’re back, you can’t just kiss me whenever," Chloe Winston glared at him with a blushing face.

Mr. Stewart responded quietly, stroked her smooth, tender cheek, and said sensually, "I just can’t help myself. Mrs. Stewart, you can’t make a man suppress his feelings. The more you suppress, the more it rebounds. Understand?"

Chloe Winston felt as if sweetness spread throughout her heart after hearing this. At the peak of emotions, she also loved being close to him, yet sometimes found it overwhelming—a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

"Alright, you’re always right," she said, gently shaking his hand, urging him to board the plane.

Seeing her cute, pleading look, Constantine Stewart suddenly wanted to kiss her again.

Ultimately, the man restrained himself, holding her small hand as they moved through security.

Once back in the Imperial City, it was already early morning. Chloe Winston slept throughout the journey. It had been a challenging time with insufficient sleep, combined with the exhaustion from the plane trip, she drowsily followed Constantine Stewart and continued sleeping upon getting into the car.

The man watched her sleepy demeanor thoughtfully, refraining from waking her. He held her slender figure in his arms, letting her rest against him, contemplating the need to take her to the hospital as her menstrual cycle seemed delayed.

The car headed for the Fulham Road villa. Constantine Stewart carried the young girl to the bedroom. Seeing her sleeping like a little piglet, he softly kissed her cheek and then checked his phone, observing the heated rumors circulating domestically.

Jed Carrick carried the luggage to the second floor and asked quietly, "Mr. Stewart, should you officially announce your matter with Mrs. Stewart?"

Constantine Stewart and Chloe Winston’s wedding and honeymoon in Paris were not intentionally hidden. Many netizens had caught glimpses and taken pictures, causing a stir online. Even their airport kiss had been photographed, sparking another wave of top-tier domestic searches while they were still on the plane.

Constantine Stewart, still adjusting to the time zone, felt great as he looked at photos taken by strangers, finding them starring the young lady beautifully. So he was somewhat pleased and said, "Let’s announce it. Have Chloe Winston’s studio announce it too."

"Okay," Jed Carrick took the task and left.

Chloe Winston was awakened early the next day by the man’s deep, sexy voice.

Constantine Stewart was on the phone, speaking very low and lazily. Seeing her move in his arms, he leaned down for a passionate kiss.

Alaric Howard complained for a while before noticing no response and said in anger, "Constantine Stewart, are you listening to me?"

Constantine Stewart frowned annoyedly and replied languidly, "No, I’m comforting my wife now."

With that said, he hung up the call.

Alaric Howard: "..."

The man hung up the call, noticing the young girl burying her head deeply, her little hands gripping him tightly. He chuckled in a low voice, "Sweetheart, are you planning to murder your husband?"

"What nonsense were you spouting just now?" Chloe Winston pinched him again, both anxious and exasperated.

"Comforting my wife, not a problem," Mr. Stewart propped himself up slightly, laughing heartily.

Chloe Winston glared at him indignantly, her big, black eyes like a little lion cub ready to pounce. Yet her face was alabaster-white, her skin soft as snow, lacking any threat—only exuding a charming cuteness.

A dark gleam flashed through the man’s eyes as he hugged her possessively.

Chloe Winston dared not move, afraid he would act on impulse, especially now they were back in the Imperial City, at home, where Constantine Stewart was usually uninhibited.

"I’m hungry," she said softly, "I want porridge."

"Okay. Let’s get up and eat first, then we’ll go to the hospital later," Constantine Stewart took a deep breath.