My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 26

An indifferent voice instantly shattered the tense atmosphere.

As expected, men can’t be trusted.

Celeste walked over with a coy gait and whispered, “That’s the white truffle you promised me.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing this, Liam’s gaze shifted from the documents to her face.

Her plait and elegant beauty seemed to be the same as before, but Liam knew that this was all an act

Beneath this facade, she was no longer the obedient little kitten she used to be, but a wild cat that would bare its fangs at the slightest provocation

Liam leaned back, squinting his eyes, looking tired, and casually said, “Oh? What did I promise you again?”

Celeste was stunned, seemingly unable to believe that Liam would tease her like this. She gritted her teeth and said, “You said that as long as I accompany you to the welcome party for your sister, you would help me deliver this gift!”

“It seems like I did say that Liam recalled. Just as Celeste was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard him say, “But after giving it some thought, since we’re getting divorced, we shouldn’t accept such valuable gifts from the Campbell family. Let’s just forget about it.” “It’s not that valuable,” Celeste tried to persuade him. ‘Besides, we’re parting on good terms, and our families can still be friends in the future. There shouldn’t be any problem with giving gifts between friends, right?”

Liam chuckled, “Are we really parting on good terms? Isn’t it because I couldn’t satisfy your sexual needs that you asked for a divorce?”

He was bringing this up again? Oh, men and their sensitive pride. They just loved getting mad at their own incompetence and being petty!

Just as she was about to defend herself, Liam said, “This morning, I got a call from the male reproductive clinic. They wanted to do a phone consultation and asked me what kind of dysfunction I had. As someone who’s experienced it, why didn’t you explain it to the doctor in detail?”

Celeste had completely forgotten that she had made an appointment for Liam at the male reproductive clinic out of spite. Why did it have to be today? How could she defend herself?

Celeste awkwardly laughed, “Mr. Reed, can we not talk about this right now?”

Liam stood up, walked to the edge of his desk, leaned against it, and half-jokingly looked at her, “Low libido?”

Celeste was silent.

“Erectile dysfunction?”

Celeste was crying for help with her eyes.

Liam’s lips curled up, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes, “Or not lasting long enough in bed? Which one of these made my wife so dissatisfied that she personally booked an appointment with a specialist for me?”

Celeste Mr. Reed, since we’re getting divorced anyway, do we really need to dwell on this?”

“It’s very necessary,” Liam glared at her. “If I don’t get to the bottom of this, how can I accept your reason for divorce?” She felt that Liam was deliberately teasing her, and he was still holding a grudge against the original divorce agreement