"Chloe, are you and Mr. Stewart getting married?" Finnian still looked as pleasant as a spring breeze, standing on the shaded path and asking gently.
Seeing even he saying this, Chloe sighed weakly and said, "Constantine Stewart is really killing me."
"How so?" Finnian noticed she didn't look like a woman lost in the throes of love at all, guessing that it might be Constantine having a crush on her.
The Stewart mother and son have been trying every way to make their presence felt lately.
I heard that Countess Thompson's flight back to Paris was this afternoon; finally, one has been sent off.
