"How expensive is it?" Chloe Winston was hugged tightly in the man's arms, blinking her eyes, and asked softly.
Constantine Stewart felt like he was getting lost in her big watery eyes, his breath slightly heavy, as he leaned down to kiss her eyes, hoarsely saying, "Very expensive, very expensive. The service of Mr. Stewart of the Imperial City is absolutely top-notch."
Shameless! Chloe internally criticized. Her skin was tender and she had just cried; when he kissed her eyes, she felt a sting, and while dodging, she laughed, "Constantine Stewart, you charge for cooking, but I haven't even charged you for accommodation yet?"
"Charge for accommodation?" The man paused, squinting dangerously, and slowly said, "I thought in this matter, the one who is more hard-working is me, hmm?"
