Chapter 237 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• Trisha thought Celeste wouldn’t be upset, but when she got up for a drink at night, she heard sobbing coming from the living room. Celeste wasn’t really that tough, she just hid her weaknesses and didn’t want to show them in front of others. After Aunt Caitlyn passed away, there was no one left in the world for Celeste to act spoiled with. Trisha sat by the door, listening to Celeste’s cries, and her heart ached as well. She sent a text to her mom, “Mom, I won’t make you mad anymore, please live a long life and stay with me longer.” Not long after, her mom replied, “You’re crazy!” Trisha had no response. As expected, warmth and affection didn’t suit her and her mom. On the other side, as soon as Liam got home, Amelia started tidying up. Liam loosened his tie and looked at the entrance, Celeste’s stuff hadn’t changed much since he left, as if she hadn’t touched it. Frowning, he asked, “Hasn’t she come home recently?” “No, two days after you left, Mrs. Reed’s mother had an accident, and she’s been taking care of her ever since. She asked me to bring her some clothes and the medicine your mother had sent before.” “Medicine?” “Yeah, that medicine. When Mrs. Reed’s grandfather was alive, Ms. Kaylee had a conflict with him while delivering the medicine, right? There were still a few bottles that didn’t break, and Mrs. Reed asked me to send them to her.” Liam took off his suit, “Why did she want you to send the medicine?” “She didn’t say, but her face looked pretty bad at the time.” Liam frowned, “Has anything else happened recently?” Amelia shook her head.
• Liam didn’t ask any further. As he was about to go upstairs, Amelia stopped him, “Sir, will Mrs. Reed come home tonight? Should I leave the door unlocked for her?” Liam’s fingers twitched and after a while, he said, “Leave it unlocked.” Liam walked into the bedroom, and Celeste’s scent still lingered in the room. He hesitated to open the window, pulled the curtains closed, and lay down on the bed. Her scent on the bed was even stronger. Liam smelled her fragrance and thought of her determination at the funeral, and his mood grew heavy. He took out his phone, opened WhatsApp, and edited a message for a long time before finally writing, “Can we not get a divorce?” He hesitated for a long time before sending it. He thought that if Celeste didn’t reply within two minutes, he would withdraw the message. However, Celeste didn’t give him the chance. She had actually blocked him. He found it hard to accept. Was she really so eager to cut ties with him? Liam angrily threw his phone aside. The next day, Trisha was worried about Celeste and accompanied her to handle the paperwork. She had planned to leave with Celeste after finishing the paperwork, but her company had some urgent matters and kept calling her, so Celeste told her to go first. It was already nine o’clock, and Liam hadn’t shown up yet. She frowned and called Liam. The phone rang for a while before Liam answered in his deep voice, “Hello.” “Mr. Reed, it’s time. Where are you?” Liam pursed his lips, “I’ll be there soon.” “How soon? Five minutes? Ten minutes? Give me an exact time.” Liam frowned, “It’s been three years, what’s a little more time?” Celeste said coldly, “When I want to get a divorce, every second feels unbearable. Hurry up, you aren’t the kind of person who’s late.” She hung up after saying that. Liam looked at the woman in the distance who was calling him on her phone.
• He suddenly felt that his own hesitation was ridiculous. He had left the house at seven o’clock and had circled around the street countless times, watching Celeste get out of the car and anxiously wait sanly portate true is his, I didn’t pay for it. I had an Coronaria afiar o the divorce and said unhappily, “Just do as she says” Celeste gave it a quick glance and swiftly signed her name. Liam held the pen but didn’t move. Celeste’s phone beeped, and she took it out to see a Facebook post from Trisha. It was a photo of Sydney at the airport a few days ago. She was wearing sunglasses and a mask and there were no fans around to greet her. It was probably a private trip. A fan recognized her and secretly took the photo. That wouldn’t be a big deal since she was a celebrity, and it was normal for fans to recognize her. But what stood out was a person in the background of the photo. It was Liam. He was tall, with striking facial features and an aloof aura that was easily recognizable. Although there were some passengers between him and Sydney, from the angle of the photo, it seemed to be a boarding gate. The photo was taken on the day Liam went on a business trip. Liam and Sydney were on the same flight. Trisha sent a message saying, “So Liam disappeared for a few days to secretly meet up with that bitch Sydney, huh?” Celeste didn’t reply and put her phone away. Seeing Liam hesitating to sign, the staff tentatively asked, “Do you need more time to think about it?” Just as Liam was about to speak, Celeste said, “No need, we have no emotional foundation. Forcing ourselves to be together won’t help. Mr. Reed, sign it, and you’ll be free to do whatever you want.” Liam frowned, “Celeste, do you have to be so sarcastic?” Celeste looked at Liam with mockery, “Mr. Reed, is this the first day you’ve met me? I’ve always been like this. The well–behaved and understanding image I had before was just to win your favor. Now that I want nothing from you, why should I please you?” Liam’s face changed, and he wrote his name on the paper. As Celeste stepped out of the civil affairs bureau, Steven called. “Ms. Campbell, are you done?” Celeste hummed in response, “Just got out, I’ll take a cab over.” “No need, my assistant is already there to pick you up.