In the eyes of her adoring fans, it looked like she was happy now. And her husband was good to her. She wanted to have time to enjoy it, and to work on her marriage. She might even quit acting, and stay home to look after her husband and her kids.

Her fans felt sorry for her, but at the same time, they were happy for her. After all, she really found her own bliss, didn't she?

Erica quickly ran to her comment area and commented, “Dear sister-in-law, I'm here.

Wishing you and my brother a happy life together!" Well, Erica let the cat out of the bag with that comment. Everyone knew who Chantel's husband was now.

The fans were gobsmacked. Chantel and Erica were not only good friends, but also sisters-in-law.

And they found out that Chantel had married the youngest, most valiant, battlewise colonel. No wonder she kept a low profile all the time.

What was more, for the people who said that Chantel was Matthew's mistress, this piece of news was like a bucket of cold water in the face. She was not Matthew's mistress at all. But she was his sister-in-law.

At the height of her career, Chantel gave up her bright future decisively and chose her family, which was a great idea.

Checking out the Weibo post, Gifford sighed silently. So, to her, he must seem like an old man who didn't know the first thing about romance.

This was outrageous! Airing details about her private life on the

Internet? Making him look bad? She even claimed he never said sweet words to her.

Gifford was not convinced. For the rest of his life, whenever he had the chance, he would hold his wife and whisper in her ear, “I Love you, my lovely wife. You are the woman I love most in my life. You are my star, and you are my Light..."

Chantel would always look at him with disgust and say something he didn't like, such as, “Shocking an old man like you would even Learn how to say those sweet words." But at the same time, he could see she was happy. There was a glint in her eyes that told him so.

As time went by, every time before she could open her mouth to pour cold water on him, Gifford would kiss her lips until she couldn't say those hurtful words anymore.

Several years later, when Gifford retired, he spent all his time with his wife.

He stayed by her side while she did everything she wanted to do.

Occasionally, she'd get a movie role, and he found something that he could do there too—as pyrotechnician and armorer. He'd handle the explosions, simulated bullets, flames and smoke. He made sure all weapons were licensed, and taught the crew and cast how to use them safely. Wherever Chantel went, he'd be there.

The cast and crew were always joking with him, asking him if he was afraid his wife would run away, because he always kept an eye on her.

Gifford refused to admit it.

"She asked me to come here because I'm good at what I do. I shoot things, I make them go boom. Might as well do that here and get paid for it. Besides, she doesn't trust me around these beautiful actresses. Honey, it's your break. Come here. I just picked up some fruit for you. Take a load off.”

His courteous look was not as complacent as when he said that his wife was afraid he would run away with other women.

Chantel pulled his ear and said, “You're talking smack about me again, aren't you?"

“No. honey, you are so beautiful. How could I ever do that? Come on, let me feed you fruit like an empress."

They had been showing off their love for each other like this the whole day. Everyone else got goose bumps, turned and left decisively. No one wanted to stick around for the public displays of affection.

Looking at the man who was now ingratiating himself with his wife, probably no one would associate him with the valiant and battlewise prince charming of the past.