Constantine Stewart noticed the young lady coming downstairs; he paused slightly with the watering can in hand, then placed it on a shelf nearby. He turned slightly, standing in the twilight with a gentle smile directed towards her, and promptly ended the call.
The man's complexion was extremely fair, not the currently popular bronzed skin. His features were handsome, his eyes shaped like a sleeping phoenix softened the coldness of his expression, he appeared lazy yet enigmatic.
Chloe Winston saw him standing in the small garden smiling at her; his expression was gentle and elegant, resembling a warm and steady nobleman. She paused for a moment, and a thought flashed through her mind. It turned out he could smile so brightly, as if no shadow had ever touched his heart.
