Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor) novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Warming Her Belly

However, Caleb couldn't help him this time.

"Could it be... that the secret formula you gave him last time didn't work?"

Oliver patted his head. "Could it be that Stella wasn't turned on?"

Caleb forced a smile. "Perhaps she was too sexually aroused and disrupted Noah's hormonal balance!"

Oliver almost sprayed his drink on his face.

......

Liam opened the balcony door and entered the room, only to meet Stella's slightly surprised gaze.

"What's wrong?" he asked calmly.

"Did you just make a phone call?"

"Yeah, it was from... my former cellmate." Liam replied blandly, "He was released and borrowed money from me, but I told him not to contact me anymore."

"Oh." Stella nodded. "No wonder you shouted so loudly just now. It felt like the entire building was about to collapse! But you did the right thing. If possible, don't contact those people anymore. After all, you're a married man, and we have to live a good life in the future."

Liam's heart was touched.

But when she said these words, her eyes were still fixed on the computer.

Thinking that Oliver's photo was on the screen, he felt extremely unhappy.

Stella looked at it for a long time, rubbed her eyes, and her lower abdomen started to ache again. She was looking around for painkillers when Liam suddenly strode over and slammed her laptop shut.

Stella was taken aback and stared at him with her eyes wide open. "What are you doing? I still need to read the document!"

His face darkened. "What's the point of reading it?"

"This... is a client. I need to familiarize myself with his lifestyle and hobbies first, and then..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Liam packed up his own pillow and quilt and carried them into the bedroom, neatly laying them on the other half of the bed.

Stella's heart skipped a beat. Her face slightly flushed as she asked him softly, "What are you doing?"

With a cold expression, Liam said stiffly, "Sleeping."

Stella blushed scarlet, stood nervously at the doorway of the bedroom, and uneasily tugged at her clothes with her hands.