Ever since entering the red wine estate, Constantine Stewart's face has been shrouded in a dark color, his lazy phoenix eyes drooping, his brows and eyes revealing a bit of chaos and impatience.
Chloe Winston saw his displeased expression, ready to leave at any moment, she couldn't continue chatting with the Countess and grabbed his wrist, saying softly, "Since we're here, let's have dinner."
With that, her big black eyes looked at him somewhat pitifully.
Constantine Stewart saw her rare obedience and cuteness, like a fluffy little lion waiting for him to pet, he restrained the impulse to touch her head and pulled her aside to seek benefits.
"You called me here just to have dinner with her?" Constantine Stewart asked gloomily, his brow furrowed.
