Chloe Winston suddenly jumped up and said angrily, "Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?"
Constantine Stewart sat up, his tall and slender figure relaxed, with long legs lazily bent. He cast a deep gaze at her pretty little face and chuckled lightly, "I was sleeping here just fine, you all came and disturbed my sleep, and it's my fault, hmm?"
"Chloe, you're becoming more unreasonable." The last voice carried a hint of helplessness and lingering intimacy.
"Why didn't you sleep in the tent and chose to hide in the dark to sleep?" Chloe was stumped, recalling how he secretly kissed her before and even threatened to forcibly kiss her, and instantly felt a surge of anger. This shameless old man, truly despicable.
"You know I can't stand light when I sleep, and I don't like sleeping in tents. Isn't the whole world a better place for a bed?" Constantine Stewart smiled, his words subtly declaring dominance.
