the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 802: A Face Full of Bite Marks

Delphine was about to step up and pull Chloe away when the man who followed her grabbed her. His narrow phoenix eyes were filled with stormy clouds, and he looked with a gloomy face at the young couple causing a ruckus so early in the morning.

"Don’t go, if they keep at it, they’ll end up rolling around in bed," the man said hoarsely, holding Delphine’s soft body, resting his head on her slender shoulder, and whispered, "Come back with me and keep sleeping for a while."

"Damn bastard, I’ll bite you to death."

Seeing him putting his entire weight on her, Delphine half-supported his body and looked at Chloe and Constantine, unable to watch any longer.

When Chloe is well-behaved, she’s a cute little angel; when she flies off the handle, she’s a cat with claws. Despite having her hands tied by Constantine, the little girl leapt up, knocked Constantine over, and bit down on his handsome face, leaving it covered with little tooth marks and saliva. Taking a closer look, there were scratches from her nails on his neck and hands. No wonder Constantine was mad enough to tie her hands with his tie.

Uh, Delphine thought, the one experiencing domestic violence here might be Mr. Stewart.

"Next time, you could also tie me up with a belt, I won’t resist," Ignatius said in a low voice in her ear, looking at the tip of her ear, which was as red as blood, making his gaze darken.

Delphine felt hot and bothered by his teasing, pushed him away, cleared her throat, and said, "Chloe, let’s talk it out nicely."

If she bites any more, Constantine Stewart won’t be able to show his face.

Constantine Stewart managed to remain calm, even after being bitten like that, still expressionless, but he picked the girl up and put her over his knee. His big hand smacked her round bottom as he coldly asked, "Still planning to run away from home?"

Chloe Winston was stunned, especially being spanked by this old man in front of her favorite director, Nicholas Carter. The 20-year-old girl’s blood vessels all rushed to her face, and she screamed, "You, you, hit me?"

Constantine Stewart laughed coldly, "So what if I hit you? I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed for a month when we get home."

Delphine: "..."

Chloe was just dumbfounded and then cried out loudly, "Divorce, even if I die, we’re divorcing. Sis, Delphine, kick him out."

The little girl cried as if she could move mountains and shake the earth.

Delphine hurriedly stepped forward, pulling Chloe over and comforting her in her arms.

The two men squinted their eyes, simultaneously snorting coldly.

The commotion so early in the morning even woke up Nicholas Carter and Benjamin Leclair. The two little rascals rubbed their eyes, dressed in cute pajamas, slipped into their slippers, and just as they came out, Yeats Howard with an explosive bedhead hairstyle stuffed them back into their room, one in each hand.

Delphine took Chloe to freshen up, while Ignatius lazily pointed to the medicine box for Constantine to deal with all those love marks on his face.

If his wife scratched and bit him, that’s exactly what those marks were—love marks.

Because there were too many people, Ignatius refused to cook breakfast for outsiders and called Maximilian to deliver takeout instead.

Maximilian lined up early in the morning to buy Hong Kong-style breakfast tea, and when he drove to the villa, he noticed the strange atmosphere and quietly asked Yeats Howard.

Yeats hummed a tune, nonchalantly calling the two little rascals to come and eat Hong Kong-style breakfast tea, and then slowly said, "Just a couple of goblins fighting, what else could it be."

Maximilian was at a loss for words. What was the eldest of the Howard Family thinking about all day long? Having springtime thoughts at his age?

"What’s fighting goblins?" Benjamin Leclair was standing on tiptoe trying to grab a crab yolk bun, and asked in a clear, sweet voice.

Yeats was so scared that his face turned ashen, and he quickly picked up the little girl, stuffing the crab yolk bun into her mouth.

Mama mia, if Uncle heard this, it wouldn’t be goblin fighting; it would be beating up Yeats Howard.