Being stared at by Constantine Stewart like that, Chloe Winston instinctively took a step back. Seeing the man's eyes narrow deeply, she quickly turned around and scanned her fingerprint to enter the house, slamming the door shut with a bang.
Constantine Stewart sat on the ground, looking at the fingerprint-locked door that had just been closed. His handsome and refined face showed a trace of shock and confusion.
The man propped himself up slightly with his arms, the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of sexy collarbone and muscular lines. He lowered his eyes, wondering if this posture wasn't sexy enough?
Did he not fall convincingly enough? Why did Chloe Winston react like she'd seen a ghost?
Constantine Stewart sat in the lush little garden, looking at the trellis covered in ivy and then at the five-layer lunch box he had brought, feeling a bit bored and continuing to sit motionlessly.
