Chapter 207 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• Seeing the scene of them both drunkenly entering the room, Nicolas fell silent. Indeed, he was the one who brought her in. Thinking of the blood on Trisha’s leg, he felt an unusual sense of quilt. At the same time, in the upstairs room, under the floor, a fake blood bag that had just been used for filming lay alone. When Liam woke up, he saw Celeste sitting in the living room, using a laptop His head ached terribly, and the hangover symptoms had not yet subsided. Amelia, the housekeeper, saw Liam coming downstairs and greeted him enthusiastically, “Sir, have some hangover soup. The lady told me to make it just for you” Liam glanced at Celeste on the sofa and nodded. Amelia immediately brought the hangover soup from the kitchen. He took a sip and walked behind the sofa. Celeste had her legs crossed with the laptop on her lap. As Liam approached, she closed the laptop. Liam was silent for a moment and looked at Celeste, “Did you… pick me up last night?” Celeste glanced at him and responded with a hum. Liam patted his chest, “What did you do to me? Why is this area so red?” Celeste twitched the corners of her eyes, thinking Liam really didn’t remember anything after getting drunk. “Did you really forget everything?” Liam frowned. “What should I remember?” She should have recorded Liam’s drunk state on her phone last night.
• “After getting drunk, you really don’t remember anything?” Liam rubbed his eyebrows and thought. He remembered that after getting drunk, Nicolas handed him a cocktail, and then things got fuzzy. In his memory, he vaguely saw Celeste’s face. She was saying something and helping him undress. Thinking about this, Liam’s eyes deepened, looking at Celeste with a slightly different meaning. “Actually, I do remember a few things.” Celeste was surprised. Had he evolved after getting drunk? Was his memory recovering? “So you” “You like it when I get drunk?” Liam suddenly asked. Celeste’s face was full of confusion. Pretending to be serious, Liam said, “When I’m drunk, you can do things that you wouldn’t dare do otherwise.
• ” He glanced at his chest and said lightly, “You’re quite strong.” Celeste’s mouth twitched. So he thought the red patch on his chest was her doing? What exactly did his mind remember? Seeing that she didn’t respond, Liam became more convinced and recalled some other blurry images Celeste opened her mouth but didn’t speak until, “I like how you look when you’re drunk.” Liam’s face said, “I knew it.” Listening to Celeste’s continuation, “After you get drunk, besides a soft penis, you’re much cuter than you are now.” Liam’s body suddenly stiffened up Holding her notebook, Celeste, stood up with a cheeky smile and said, “Handsome face, great body, but dumb as a rock – Mr. Reed is a real knockout when he’s wasted.” As soon as she went upstairs, Shawn called. Seeing his name on the caller ID, Celeste’s face instantly darkened Celeste walked upstairs to the rooftop while holding her phone, then answered the call. “Celeste, why are you answering my call now? Didn’t you see the message I’ve sent you last night?” “I saw it.” Celeste said in a faint voice Shawn frowned. “Then why didn’t you call me back?” “Dad, you called me in the middle of the night because I hit Angel, right?” Shawn was choked and didn’t expect Celeste to be so direct. He said. “You guys never fought when you were kids.