Chapter 572
Hearing the door open, Liam turned his head to look.
To her surprise, Celeste saw a hint of hurt in his eyes.
Why hadn’t she noticed bis expressive face before they got divorced?
The elevator made a noise, and a few people stepped out. Seeing a man squatting at the door, they all cast curious glances.
Celeste pursed her lips, feeling a bit annoyed. “Come in, she said.
Liam immediately stood up. But he’d been sitting for so long that his feet were numb, causing him to wobble a bit.
Celeste, startled, instinctively reached out a hand. Seeing him steady himself against the doorframe, she felt a pang of annoyance.
Liam also felt a pang of regret. Why did he refuse her help.
Without saying anything more to Liam, Celeste turned and entered the apartment first.
Liam closed the door and followed her in. As Celeste turned around, she noticed that he hadn’t changed his shoes. “Do you think this is your place? Change your shoes!” she said.
Liam went back to the entrance to change his shoes. He noticed there weren’t any men’s slippers in the shoe cabinet, which somehow made him feel relieved. So he just went in wearing his socks.
Celeste was sleeping on the sofa here.
The sofa at Trisha’s place was foldable. It served as a couch during the day and a bed at night, with the bedding piled up at the end of
the sofa.
The living room was connected to the dining room, which was quite small, even smaller than their bathroom at home.
Celeste was rather picky. She even complained about not having a bathtub in the guest room at home. How could she get by in a place Tike this?
Celeste grabbed a small stool to stand on and started searching for the first aid kit in the storage cabinet above.
As she reached up, her T–shirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of her waist
Trisha was shorter than her. How did she manage to store things so high?
Standing on her toes, she just managed to touch the edge of the first–aid kit when suddenly the leg of the stool she was standing on broke with a “crack“. She almost fell off, but a hand wrapped around her waist from behind and lifted her down.
At that moment, Liam was glad that the room was small. Otherwise, by the time he could run over to their living room at home, Celeste would have already gotten up.
Once she was steady, Celeste shrugged off Liam’s hand.
She squatted down and noticed that the plastic stool was slightly damaged.
Liam obviously noticed it too. He frowned and said, “Did you…”
“No!”
Celeste glared at him. If he dared to say she’d gained weight, she’d kick him out right away!
Liam pursed his lips and stepped on the stool, breaking it completely.
He then said with a straight face, “The quality was poor.”
His remark eased Celeste’s bad mood a bit. Why hadn’t she noticed before that Liam was quite the comedian?
