My Rich, Hot and Infertile (Or Maybe Not) Husband novel Chapter 8

She was wearing a gentle low ponytail, looking delicate from behind. She was looking down at her phone, seemingly not noticing the person who had walked up to her.

"What are you doing here?" The questioning tone sounded somewhat cold.

Seeing him early in the morning, Celeste's mood instantly became bad, and her voice was somewhat impatient. She said, "You can be here; why can't I?"

Liam scoffed, "Haven't you had enough of playing the stalking game?"

Celeste frowned, who gave him such confidence?

Seeing her not speaking, Liam was even more convinced of his suspicion. His mood improved a bit, but his tone was still cold, "If you want to know my schedule, just call and ask me, no need to go around in circles."

Celeste endured but couldn't help it, "Liam, has anyone ever told you that you're narcissistic? Who's stalking you? Did I stalk you by coming out of the elevator? Did I ever utter one word to you? Who is following me?"

"Pfft—" Nicolas, who was eavesdropping from the shadows, couldn't help but laugh.

Liam glared at him, and he immediately fled and disappeared.

He asked with a straight face, "So why are you here?"

Her answer was even more cutting, "What's it to you?"

Liam's eyelid twitched, and he estimated that if they continued, they would start arguing. He suppressed his anger, and curtly said, "Kaylee is back; Mom wants us to come over for dinner tomorrow."

"Oh." Celeste said flatly, "What's it to me? We're about to get divorced; I don't need to play the happy family act with you anymore, right?"