My Rich Hot and Infertile Husband (Celeste and Liam) novel Chapter 243

Celeste glanced at Liam. "Nothing," she said as she handed the files over to him. "Here's the stuff, I gotta go now."

She was cold and didn't want to talk to him any longer. It was quite different from how she took care of him attentively the night before.

Owen came over and whispered, "Mr. Reed, there's a meeting coming up soon."

Liam pursed his lips, raised his hand, not to take the file, but to grab her wrist. "Go wait for me in the office."

Celeste frowned, "I won't. I got something to do."

"What's that?"

Celeste hesitated, "I'm going to the hospital to see my mom."

Liam glanced at her. "I'll take you there later."

Celeste was pissed off when she thought about this jerk using her as a scapegoat.

"Mr. Reed, you should be busy running the show. I won't bother you."

How could Liam not hear the sarcasm in her voice? He frowned, "Go there by yourself or I'll carry you. Pick one."

Celeste twitched her mouth, thinking he had gone crazy after the fever.

She stared at his expression and found he was not kidding at all.

"If you don't choose, I'll assume you want me to carry you."

Liam was about to do so when Celeste saw many employees downstairs looking over here. She didn't want to embarrass herself in public and pushed him away, gritting her teeth, "Just so you know, I'm pissed! If you make me go to your office, I swear I will wreck it!"

Liam hooked the corner of his lips, "As you wish."

Celeste was choked, her face turning red with anger. She quickly got on the elevator, Liam following suit.

When the elevator reached the 10th floor, Liam got off, instructing Owen to take her to his office.

As soon as Celeste entered the office, she reached for the ashtray on the desk, ready to smash it.

Every year, as Easter approached, Liam would become moody and even take a week off to stay at the Old Reed Mansion for a few days.

It was said that Orville passed away from a sudden illness, and Liam was never able to say goodbye, carrying that regret for years.

After all that, Celeste's anger had mostly disappeared.

She placed the pen holder back onto the table and asked Owen, "Can you pour me a cup of tea?"

"You're not smashing anything anymore?"

Celeste glared at him, "Would I go crazy and smash such expensive stuff?"

Owen chuckled and went to pour the tea.

When Owen came back, Mason had also arrived.