My Rich Hot and Infertile Husband (Celeste and Liam) novel Chapter 106

The spiciness didn't bother her, and after three glasses, her stomach felt like it was on fire.

Just as she reached for a fourth glass, a hand gently grasped her wrist.

"Would you like to dance?" Mason's voice was gentle.

Liam's voice was also nice, but he had never been gentle to her like this.

Celeste felt an indescribable sadness, and tears filled her eyes.

After a while, she said hoarsely, "I'm not a good dancer."

Mason smiled, "Neither am I."

He was lying, as he was actually a great dancer. Every step matched the rhythm, coordinating closely with her, neither fast nor slow.

This was the kind of moment she never had with Liam---she would always step on his feet, and he wasn't exactly a patient teacher.

After a few attempts, he no longer wanted to dance with her. It wasn't that she was a bad dancer, but that he never wanted to accommodate her pace.

After two dances, Celeste's nose was sweaty.

She handed Mason a drink and asked, "Are you really Sydney's fan?"

Mason laughed and wiped the autograph on his wrist with a napkin soaked in alcohol.

"I don't watch TV much, but I was curious about what kind of charm such a big star has." Mason said.

Celeste didn't believe him, because that reason seemed far-fetched.

Seeing her disbelief, Mason added, "I was just joking. Actually, I have some things to confirm. Once I figure it out, I'll tell you."

Celeste said, "As long as you're not her fan, it's fine."

Her stubbornness was cute, and Mason raised his hand to swear, "I promise, I'm not."

His eyes were clear, easy for anyone to see through.

"If you tell anyone, I won't pay you a cent for lawyer fees." Celeste said.

Mason was taken aback for a moment, then burst into a relaxed laugh, "For the sake of lawyer fees, I'll definitely keep it a secret."

With that, he raised his glass.

Celeste clinked her glass with his and her mood suddenly brightened.

The party didn't end until past eleven o'clock.

Liam had left and hadn't returned.

Dressed in her evening gown, Celeste sat on a stone outside the hotel entrance, squinting at the passing cars on the road. She was lost in thought.

Suddenly, her phone rang.