Chapter 167 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• Liam pursed his lips and after a long time, he finally said, “I misunderstood her.” Owen said, “Mrs. doesn’t hold grudges. Just apologize nicely, sweet–talk her a bit, and she’ll definitely forgive you.” No grudge? The teeth marks she left on his arm from biting him when he took her blanket last night haven’t faded yet. There’s no woman more vindictive than her in the world. Liam handed his phone back to Owen. “Have someone keep an eye on Sydney. Don’t let her get hurt or cause trouble before the agreed time. If she breaks the agreement again, I’ll take back everything I’ve given her the way I gave it.” “Understood.” Just as Owen left, Celeste sent a message, “Grandpa David is asking if you’re coming back for dinner tonight.” Liam glanced at the unfinished work next to him, closed the file and replied, “OK.
• When Liam returned, Old Mr. David was uncharacteristically enthusiastic. “Young Reed, you’re back?” He squinted and grinned; his facial wrinkles squeezed together, looking kind and funny. Feeling slightly overwhelmed, Liam gave an affirmative response, glanced at the untouched food on the table, and explained, “There was some traffic.” “Getting stuck in traffic is normal. We’ve been waiting all day for you to come back for dinner. You better go wash your hands now.” Not only was Liam puzzled, but so was Celeste. When she got back from work today, she found David busy in the kitchen. She offered to help but was driven out. David insisted on calling Liam back for dinner, and wouldn’t let her touch the food till he arrived. She witnessed how much the old man looked down on Liam during his stay. Tonight he was so weird.
• After Liam washed his hands, David immediately told him to take a seat and personally ladled a bowl of soup for him. “Eat it while it’s hot.” As Celeste casually reached for her bowl to scoop some soup, David slapped her hand away. “This is not for you.” She complained, “I helped, but I’m not worthy of trying the soup?” David said, “There’s other soup. You can have that. This one is specially made for Young Reed.” Liam was a bit surprised, but seeing the jealous look on Celeste’s face, he couldn’t help but smile. “Hurry and eat it while it’s hot. It won’t taste as good when it’s cold,” David urged. Liam wasn’t fond of soup, but since the old man had prepared it himself, he couldn’t let his elder feel disappointed, so he took a sip. David watched Liam closely, “How is it? Tasty?” After just one sip, Liam frowned. “The taste is a bit strange.” “Drink it all in one go, and it won’t taste strange. Drink up.” Unable to bear David’s constant urging, Liam forced himself to finish the bowl of soup despite his discomfort. David immediately took the empty bowl and filled it again. “Come, have another bowl.