"Mr. Stewart has come to pick up his little wife?" Ignatius Leclair glanced at Constantine Stewart, who seldom made public appearances, and a flicker of dark amusement crossed his phoenix-shaped eyes.
Ignatius was one of the few who knew the background of this Mr. Stewart. He hadn't expected the mature and rational Constantine to adopt a young girl, develop her under his care, and then marry her. The taste was somewhat unconventional.
Ignatius pondered: When Chloe Winston attended her parent-teacher meetings, did she call him her guardian or her husband?
Constantine lowered his car window and cast a brief glance at Ignatius. The man's refined face, handsome as jade, bore a faint smile as he spoke lightly, "If not for your ex-wife's call to the Shaw Family, leveraging her authority to pressure them, my little wife would still be in my bed instead of forcing me to come all this way to retrieve her."
