My Rich Hot and Infertile Husband (Celeste and Liam)

Chapter 25

Sometimes she couldn’t help but tease Liam was lucky to be bom in it probably starve to death before

he grew up!

This issue made Celeste feel embarrassed, so she said. “There are several high-scale restaurants

downstairs. You can go and buy a meal for him ”

Owen smiled and said. “Mr Reed doesn’t like the food from those high-scale restaurants. He prefers

home-cooked meals. lunchbox he used to get which he quite liked”

Celeste understood what he meant. It seemed like this was deliberately causing trouble

Thinking of the days when she had painstakingly made lunchboxes for Liam, Celeste felt ashamed

Back then, she had just married into the Reed family and took care of Liam wholeheartedly believing

that to catch a man’s heart you must first catch his stomach” and learning to cook diligently

However, her cooking skills were not good. Even so, she insisted on making lunchboxes for Liam

Until one day she saw Liam dump the entire lunchbox into the trash, and she realized that all her efforts

were in vain, and there

love between them.

After that, she never cooked again.

Now that Liam asked her to cook, she felt insulted

To avoid the topic, she changed the subject and said, “Alright, I make something for him now, but

where can I find him after work?

Owen immediately suggested. “There’s a private kitchen in the company cafetena that you can use

freely”

Celeste was speechless, feeling that this was obviously a trap, but in order to get a divorce, she still

went to the private reluctantly

The kitchen facilities were better than she expected, and various ingredients were readily available

Staring at the ingredients, she was in a daze for a while before suddenly having a brilliant idea, NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

deciding to make a simple home-cooked dish.

About twenty minutes later, she finished something that looked pretty good.

She tidied up her clothes, turned to Owen, and said, “Owen, take me to Mr. Reed”

Liam’s office was on the twelfth floor Owen gently knocked on the door and whispered, “Mr. Reed, your

wife has brought lunch for you.”

Celeste Wasn’t this what he wanted her to do?

Liam’s cold voice came from inside. “Let her in.”

Owen led Celeste in, placed the food on the desk, and left, even “thoughtfully” closing the door for

them.

Celeste clenched her fists, standing awkwardly in place.

Liam’s office was huge and minimally decorated. There was an entire floor-to-ceiling window that let in

a lot of light

Sunlight streamed through the blinds and cast dark, crisscrossing shadows on his face

With sharp eyebrows, deep eyes, strong jawline, and thin lips, his face went along with her aesthetic

taste. No matter how many times she looked at it, she couldn’t suppress the emotions in her heart.

“Are you planning to stand there the whole time?”