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

is your wife at home? How do you know if

impatiently, “I’m

saying that, he hung up

time the other party didn’t call back, but a few minutes later, his phone received a

the woman lying drunk on the bar counter was Celeste Liam’s eyes darkened, and he immediately called back, “Where is it?”

squinted her eyes and shook her

bartender handed her a glass

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

seen such a drunk woman. She could still tell the difference between water and

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 more money

no longer had the energy

from the entrance, a gray sports car parked

exclaimed, “Wow, it’s a Bugatti!”

second saw the car door open, a man holding an umbrella walked out, heading straight for the

walked into a bar, dressed in a suit and tie, looking all serious and

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

right? Maybe he just wanted to experience the vibe of a small

him with a professional

annoyed, tapped her glass, “What are you saying? You haven’t poured me a drink yet! Hurry up!”

could only try to calm her

close.”

else has a drink, why don’t

obviously not good at hiding her feelings. Seeing the Bugatti owner approaching, the bartender suddenly had an idea, “We really are out of alcohol. This gentleman bought the last of it. Maybe you can

wobbled up, grabbing the man’s collar and poking

flushed, her clothes disheveled, her hair messy, and she reeked of alcohol, a far

pushed her

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