Chapter 61


    Suddenly, the floormp next to the sofa turned on, lighting up the dark living room.


    Liam was sitting on the sofa, staring at her with a face darker than his pajamas, and his eyes were wide


    open.


    Celeste sat up awkwardly, her face full of embarrassment.


    "Mr. Reed, why didn''t you turn on the lights in the living room?"


    Liam sneered, "The light would be burn my eyes, just like you."


    Getting caught talking behind someone''s back was indeed a bit awkward, so Celeste let out a dryugh


    and said, "Well, I''ll turn off the light, and you can continue to rest?"


    She wanted to find a chance to leave, but as soon as she turned around, she heard Liam''s voice from


    behind.


    "Make me pasta.’


    Celeste''s mouth twitched. Does this guy think she''s his servant?


    She rolled her eyes, put on a fake smile, and said, "I''ll go get Martha."


    Liam sneered, "Celeste, do you think you can get five million dors just by lying around at home? Is


    my money that easy to earn?"


    Celeste stopped moving, and she gritted her teeth with hatred for Liam, and said, "I''ll make you pasta,


    whatever kind Mr. Reed wants, I''ll make sure you get your money''s worth for these five million dors!"


    Liam hummed, "You better."


    Turning her back, Celeste started mumbling.


    Stingy bastard, acting all high and mighty just because he''s too mean to spend money. Eat pasta? Why


    don''t you eat shit!


    Comining aside, Celeste still went back to the kitchen.


    At least after the divorce, she wouldn''t have to worry about food and shelter for the rest of her life, and


    she could take good care of Caitlyn as well.


    With that thought, she felt much better.


    In no time, Celeste made two bowls of spaghetti, with cheese, tomato sauce, and a touch of parsley.


    "Mr. Reed, the food is ready.” Celeste called Liam, inviting him to eat.


    Liam put down his book and walked over, giving her a nce.


    Celeste pulled out a chair for him, her face ingratiating, and said, "Mr. Reed, do you want me to feed


    you?"


    This fake attitude made Liam feel ufortable all over, so he said coldly, "Shut up!"


    "Alright!"


    She was already starving, sat down, picked up her knife and fork, and started eating. She''s not elegant


    at all.


    On the other hand, Liam was quite elegant and polite, and each bite he took was graceful.


    Liam was like a precise calctor, whether in behavior or thought, always following his own set of


    rules. Celeste had never seen him lose control.


    Well, not exactly. The only time he lost control was at their wedding when he left with Sydney.


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    And it wasn''t because of her.


    Having long epted this reality, Celeste wasn''t as sad as before.


    In the past, she would always nag at the dinner table, but today she was surprisingly quiet.


    He couldn''t help but say, "Didn''t you get to eat when you were outside?"


    Celeste''s eye twitched. What, is heining about her eating manners now?


    She forced a smile and said, "I ate very well when I was outside. On the contrary, I often don''t get


    enough to eat in your house.” Liam looked at her puzzled.