My Rich Hot and Infertile Husband (Celeste and Liam) novel Chapter 233

By the time she finished bandaging his wound, Liam had already fallen asleep.

She tidied up the first aid kit, thought about it, and decided to lay down next to Liam.

Every half an hour, Celeste had to rise and monitor Liam's temperature. It wasn't until 2 am that his fever finally subsided to 38 degrees Celsius, allowing her to exhale a long-awaited sigh of relief. Overwhelmed by exhaustion, she couldn't resist drifting off to sleep, her head finding solace on his shoulder.

The next day when Liam woke up, he felt much better except for his heavy shoulder, as if there was a rock on it.

He frowned, opened his eyes, and was about to push the weight off his shoulder, but before touching it, he saw Celeste's tired sleeping face.

He couldn't help but remember what happened in the bathroom last night.

He stared at Celeste for a long time, slowly retracting his outstretched hand, and then gently moved her head away from his shoulder.

A small patch of his shoulder was wet with drool. Liam looked at Celeste with disgust and casually covered her with a blanket.

When Celeste woke up, it was already noon.

Liam and Owen had already left.

Indifferent man, taking care of him all night without even a thank you.

She picked up her phone and saw that Trisha had called her several times. She hurriedly returned the call.

"Why are you just returning my call?" Trisha said through gritted teeth, "I thought you were assassinated by Sydney's fans!"

"I went to bed late last night and just woke up. What's up? Why did you call me so many times?"

"Just check the internet."

"What happened?"

"Lorinda was promoting her new show, and some journalists asked her a few questions. She actually insinuated that you're arrogant!"

She opened her social media and found topics related to her, all filled with opposing opinions.

She clicked on the topic and saw the video Trisha mentioned.

Lorinda's company had an upcoming show which she didn't direct but was the scriptwriter. The cast was all new signings of her company. Adapted shows had been very popular in recent years, and Lorinda wanted to replicate others' success.

To create hype for the new show and promote her artists, she even invited Sydney for a guest appearance.

Celeste looked at the fanatical comments and sarcastic remarks underneath the video and couldn't help but chuckle.

She had been humble enough doing voice-overs, and now they were saying she was ruining the industry?

Who was guiding public opinion online?

She had made it clear when she declined the show's invitation, never mentioning that it was because the appearance fee was too low. Where did such rumors come from?

Celeste suddenly thought of the account that messaged her last night.

That person did mention making her an offer. Could it be more than just a coincidence?

"Celeste, why don't you do a live stream to clarify? I can't stand looking at these comments. I want you to explain! Does Sydney's ugly face deserve your voice?"

"I can't, we've signed a contract," Celeste was very calm, "besides, this is not a big enough deal to expose."

"So we just let them talk nonsense? I can't take it! It's driving me crazy!"

Celeste smiled, "They're making such a big fuss, on one hand they want to promote their new show, and on the other hand, they want to smear me. Since they want this effect, why not go with the flow?"