My Rich Hot and Infertile Husband (Celeste and Liam) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Celeste’s pride took an unprecedented hit. Nothing was more embarrassing than being looked down on by the person you care about

She didn’t say anything more, unbuckled her seatbelt, and opened the door. Before getting out, she looked back at Liam and asked, “When will we handle the divorce procedures?”

Liam stared at her coldly, “Tomorrow at 3 pm.”

“See you at 3 pm tomorrow then.” Celeste got out of the car and walked along the green belt towards the distance.

She didn’t look back or beg him, walking with determination.

Liam’s face tensed, his fingers tightening, “Drive.”

Owen wanted to ease his anger, “Mr. Reed, this area is still under construction, and the surveillance on the roads is incomplete. It’s not safe for Ma’am to be alone here. How about…”

Owen wanted to say something but was interrupted by Liam’s icy tone, “Drive! Don’t make me say it again!”

Owen had no choice but to shut his mouth.

Celeste walked a bit and heard the car start behind her. Then, with a “bang,” something hit the ground, and Liam’s car drove past her, quickly disappearing from sight.

She looked back to see the bag Liam had given her carelessly thrown on the ground, rolling far away.

She paused for a moment, then continued walking. But not far away, she gritted her teeth and went back to pick up the bag. He just threw away such an expensive bag like that! Was Liam out of his mind?

She picked up the bag, carefully checked it over, and luckily, aside from some dust, it wasn’t damaged.

She figured there shouldn’t be any problem taking it back. After all, it’s Liam who threw it away, so it should be fine, right?

This gift should count as their marital property. She should have half of it, and taking the bag away would be reasonable, right? Worst case, she could sell it and share the money with Liam.

With that thought, she felt her actions were justified and carried the bag away with ease.

“Ah!” Trisha suddenly screamed, almost scaring the bag out of Celeste’s hands.

“Oh my God! This is so expensive!”

Trisha trembled, pointing at the bag. “Are you nuts? Just for this thing? This expensive? I don’t even feel worthy to be in the same room with it!”

Celeste turned off the electric fan, combing her half–dry long hair, teasingly said, “You should’ve studied acting instead of scriptwriting back then. It suits you the best.”

Trisha gingerly touched the bag, gritting her teeth, “I’m sleeping with it tonight. I want to become rich in my dreams!”

“Do as you please, but take some good pictures of it before you sleep.” Celeste said.

Trisha turned around, “Why take pictures? Post them on Twitter? Are you trying to infuriate those ladies?”