Chapter 389
Liam just straight-up couldn’t have done anything with Angel, no way!
It’s precise because Celeste knew what Liam’s like, and she’s sure this whole thing was cooked up by Angel alone.
Even though she knew nothing happened, she still can’t help but get pissed off.
The anger wasn’t just because Liam left himself open to be taken advantage of the bigger factor here is the rage she feels after learning about Angels true background.
Of course, Celeste wouldn’t tell Mason all of this. She casually said, “If there’s not even this much trust between a husband and wife, how can they live together? I’ve been married to him for so many years, I won’t be blinded by something small like this. I believe in his character.”
Is there a better wife out there? She found her husband being “intimate” with another woman and still spoke up for him.
Liam didn’t lose a dime on that money he spent!
Mason’s expression softened, and he said indifferently. “That’s good.”
After dropping Mason at his place, Celeste took Liam home.
As soon as Mason left, she floored it.
Liam felt like his stomach was being flipped inside out, like he was on a roller coaster, dipping high and low, left and right.
This went on for over ten minutes before the car finally stopped.
As soon as the car door opened, Liam couldn’t help throwing up.
Celeste didn’t even look at him, just slammed the car door and went inside.
Amelia couldn’t handle Liam, so she eventually called and got two security guards to help him inside.
Celeste was soaking in the bath when, with a “bang,” the door suddenly swung open, startling her.
Liam staggered in, frowning as he turned on the shower and started washing.
Yep, he didn’t even bother undressing first.
Celeste couldn’t help but want to laugh.
This guy can’t handle his drink, and look what happens makes a mess for everyone!
She ignored Liam, finished her bath, and put on a bathrobe before leaving.
As for Liam, let him soak! Maybe it’ll clear his head!
When she finished her skincare routine, Liam still hadn’t come out.
Celeste tossed and turned in bed, the sound of running water in the bathroom going non-stop. It had already been an hour. How long was Liam going to shower?
After five more minutes, Celeste couldn’t take it anymore, so she went to the bathroom.
Liam was still in the same position as when she left, sitting against the wall, letting the shower run all over him.
The hot water in the water heater was used up, and cold water was flowing out now.
Celeste quickly turned off the shower and kicked Liam.
“Can you get up?”
Liam looked at her without saying anything.
He was soaked from head to toe, his hair wet and sticking to his scalp. His eyes were slightly drooping, and water droplets hung from his eyelashes. His whole aura was stripped of its sharpness, suddenly looking like a drenched puppy, utterly pitiful.
Celeste crouched down and asked him, “Liam, do you recognize who I am?”
Liam’s eyes showed confusion. After a moment. He whispered, “Letti
“Good You better remember, if you ever get drunk again, don’t come back! Am I your servant? Always clean up your messes?”
Liam’s Adam’s apple moved, and he said softly. “You’re my wife.”
Celeste glared at him, “So just because I’m your wife, I have to do all this?”
She managed to help him take off his shirt after much effort and handed him a bathrobe.
“Put it on and come out.”
