My Rich Hot and Infertile or Maybe Not Husband

Chapter 1241

This setting is in ancient times. Were ancient people this open–minded?

She looked up at Liam, who was slowly drinking his water, seemingly not finding anything inappropriate.

So Celeste continued, “The towel slipped from his chin to his chest. The scholar seemed uncomfortable, so he turned to his side, his clothes fully open.

He wasn’t muscular but not weak either, Alice thought. He must be from the big city, with fair skin, completely different from the rugged men who come to the tavern bare–chested.

Her husband was also an educated man, but his health was not good. He passed away less than three months into their marriage, they only had a couple of….

intimate moments…”

Celeste suddenly stopped

Liam didn’t hear the rest, he looked up at her, “What’s wrong?”

His expression was too normal, making her pause a little forced.

Celeste was torn between “This book is not suitable” and “This is normal. Even literary classics don’t shy away from the topic of sex.”

In the end, she chose to continue

She did say she was going to give Liam a treat, she couldn’t quit halfway

“They only had a couple of intimate moments. They were always in a hurry, never experiencing what was described as a feeling of dying of pleasure

Is it really that pleasant?

Her gaze unconsciously moved to the scholar’s waist, and her cheeks suddenly heated up. She gently pushed the scholar’s shoulder, her voice like a warbler, elegant and pleasing. Sir, it’s hot. Let me wipe you down. It’ll cool you down.”

The scholar had his eyes closed, not sure if he had heard her

Alice took the towel and untied the scholar’s belt, suddenly…” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Celeste turned to the next page, her face shocked after reading the contents.

Liam had somehow moved behind her, with his arms around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder, his deep voice in her eat, “What happened all of a sudden?”

The words on the book were too much even for thick–skinned Celeste, she couldn’t bring herself to read them out loud.

She gritted her teeth, her face as red as a ripe apple, and angrily said, “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

A top–tier voice actress like her being called to read this kind of erotic novel, this was too much!

Liam chuckled, leaned in, and gave her a small peck on her ear, “You offered the treat!

Celeste glared at him, “I did not mean this kind of treat”

After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized a serious problem, “Why do you have this kind of inappropnate content on your phone?”

Liam whispered, ‘Nicolas wrote it.”

Celeste remained expressionless, “You think I would believe that?”

Liam chuckled softly. “Indeed, he did write it… As for the beginning of the story..”

Celeste was taken aback and carefully prodded for more. Only then did Liam spill the beans about Nicolas Francis’s embarrassing ordeal.

Back in college, Nicolas had taken a class in order to woo a girl who was also taking the same course

His sole purpose in attending the class was to catch the girl’s eye. Hence he didn’t give a rat’s ass about what the teacher was saying. When the course ended, the teacher assigned a task to continue a story.

The teacher provided a 200–word start and then asked everyone to continue based on the content of the course, requiring a full story plot with a clear theme.

Having zoned out for the entire class, how the heck was Nicolas supposed to do the homework? He was gnashing his teeth over this for a week, only managing to churn out a few hundred words. As the deadline loomed closer, he heard that it was possible to get someone else to do the work.

So, he found a “service” online specialized in ghostwriting essays and assignments for college students.