My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

The sounds from outside the window were no help to him. What he wanted to hear wasn’t that

“Knock, knock-

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Liam said thoughtfully. “Come in”

The maid entered with a cup of tea.

“Sir, the black tea is ready”

Liam took off his glasses, rubbed the comers of his eyes, and said tiredly. “Thank you, put it there”

The maid put down the tea and left

Liam took a sip and frowned. It didn’t taste the same as before, a bit sour and nauseating

He didn’t drink any more, and just as he was about to pick up his book, his phone rang

He glanced at it, saw it was a strange number, and didn’t answer

The call rang for a while, and then the other party called again. He finally pressed the answer key

“Hello, Mr. Beast Your wife got drunk at our bar. Can you come and pick her up?”

“You got the wrong number”

Liam said indifferently and hung up

after, the other party

and

Mr. Beast, is your wife at

“I’m

that, he

call back, but a few minutes later, his phone received a

in a dimly lit environment, but it was clear to see that the woman lying drunk on the bar counter was Celeste Liam’s eyes darkened, and

her eyes and shook her

glass of water, “Here’s your drink.”

a big gulp, then the next second cursed, “You tricked me with water? Are you afraid I get drunk and not pay? I tell you, my husband is very rich! He can buy all the bars for me, do you think

the difference between water and alcohol, but she kept babbling about where she lived

husband was a tycoon with enough cars to fill an underground garage, who traveled in a Rolls-Royce and took a private jet on trips. Then a while later, she was crying and complaining about having to divorce and not being able to enjoy those things

all, he no longer had

gray sports car parked

“Wow, it’s

car door open, a man

a suit and

seemed like he’d fit in better at a high-scale gathering

thinking, right? Maybe he just wanted to experience

greeted him with a professional

her glass, “What are you saying? You haven’t poured me a

only try to calm her down, “Miss, we’re out of alcohol, and the bar is

close.”

has a drink, why

the bartender suddenly had an idea, “We really are

and poking his chin, “Did you buy

cheeks were flushed, her clothes disheveled, her hair messy, and she reeked of alcohol, a far cry from her usual self.

frowned and pushed her hand away.

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