Chapter 41


    He struggled to backpedal, “I mean, who would believe such a stupid n?”


    But Celeste didn’t seem to hear him, turning her head to lean against the window, no longer speaking.


    Liam wanted to say something but remained silent.


    What was the use of reasoning with a drunk person? No matter what he said, he would eventually be


    driven crazy by Celeste’s logic, so he simply stopped talking


    The car soon arrived at Pinecrest Manor.


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    As soon as the nanny heard the noise, she grabbed an umbre and ran outside, only to see Liam


    carrying someone out of the car.


    When she ran over with the umbre, she realized it was Celeste.


    “What happened to Madam?”


    Liam didn’t answer, only saying. “Go fill the bathtub with water.”


    As he carried Celeste upstairs, Liam noticed the teardrops on her eyshes and the faint redness at


    the corners of her eyes, as if she had just cried.


    He pursed his lips.


    “Sir, the water is ready”


    The nanny wanted to help, but Liam refused, saying indifferently. “Make a bowl of sobering soup.”


    The nanny looked at Celeste doubtfully and then left as instructed.


    The bathroom was filled with steam, and the air was hazy.


    Liam ced Celeste on the bed, looked down for a while, and began to unbutton her shirt.


    Suddenly, her smooth skin with a touch of redness came into view. He stopped, frowned, threw a towel


    on her, and turned away.


    As he opened the bathroom door, he bumped into the nanny waiting outside. She seemed startled by


    the sudden opening of the door and cautiously said, “Sir, I brought some clothes”


    Liam nced at her and coldly said, “Clean her up” before walking away.


    The nanny saw Celeste lying on the bathroom floor, her clothes intact Liam hadn’t touched her


    By the time Celeste was cleaned up and taken to the bedroom, it was an hourter.


    The light was on in Liam’s study. The nanny brought in a bowl of soup and whispered, “Sir, Madam is


    asleep, should I feed her this sobering soup?”


    “I’ll take it inter,” Liam flipped a page of the document and looked up. “You can go rest.”


    The nanny nodded, put down the soup, and left quietly.


    When there was no more noise downstairs, Liam closed the document.


    He nced at the sobering soup on the table, picked it up and walked to the window to pour it out.


    That night, Celeste didn’t sleep well, gued by nightmares. Sometimes she dreamed of the car


    ident from years ago, the desperation of being trapped under the car, other times she dreamed of


    Sydney being pregnant and marrying Liam, Liam emotionlessly pulling her hand away


    She backed away in disbelief, only to find a bottomless abyss beneath her feet…


    Celeste’s heart ached, and she suddenly woke up from her dream, covered in cold sweat. She gasped


    for breath, realizing it was just a dream…


    Her phone on the table rang, and Celeste habitually reached out to fetch it, but instead of finding her


    phone, she touched something hard yet soft.


    She frowned, unconsciously pinched it, and suddenly heard a man’s deep voice next to her ear, “How


    does it feel?”