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

long after, the other party

and answered

Mr. Beast, is your wife at home? How do you know if the call

impatiently, “I’m not Mr.

saying that, he hung

party didn’t call back, but a

see that the woman lying drunk on the bar counter was Celeste Liam’s eyes darkened, and he immediately called

and shook

handed her a glass of

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

never seen such a drunk woman. She could still tell the difference between water and alcohol, but

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 anymore, asking how to get

envious, after all, he no longer had the energy to dream

entrance, a gray sports car parked outside the bar, splashing a string

nearby exclaimed, “Wow, it’s

next second saw the car door open, a man holding an

into a bar, dressed in a suit and tie,

he’d fit in better at a high-scale gathering of celebs, not a

what rich folks were thinking, right? Maybe he just wanted to experience the vibe of a small pub?

with a professional smile, “Welcome…”

“What are you saying? You haven’t poured

could only try to calm her

close.”

Everyone else has a

approaching, the bartender suddenly had an idea, “We really are out of alcohol. This gentleman bought the last of it.

grabbing the man’s collar and poking his chin, “Did

she reeked of alcohol, a far cry

frowned and pushed her

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