Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 57 Keep up the Good Work

Chapter 57 Keep up the Good Work

Stella was bewildered by her emotions, unsure of how to respond to Liam. She could only shyly follow

his lead and respond in agreement.

She closed her eyes gently, the sound of light rain tapping against the window filling the air. She could

feel the man's tender kisses and fiery passion... Gradually, she began to surrender, like a flower

blossoming in full splendor beneath him.

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Early in the morning, Liam slowly woke up. Back in the days at the Martinez residence, he would

occasionally rise as early as four in the morning to attend to business affairs. Being an early riser was a

long-standing habit he had held for many years.

However, because of having a night with Stella, he experienced the urge to stay in bed for the first time

in his life.

He turned his head and silently observed her. The petite woman was sleeping soundly, her slumbering

countenance exuding sweetness and charm. He could not resist planting a kiss on her lips, the delicate

fragrance reigniting his desire.

Exerting considerable effort to restrain himself, he recalled the intensity of the previous night and

noticed the faint scratches on his body. He believed she must have been in pain and undoubtedly

exhausted.

Liam rose from the bed and suddenly noticed his phone light up. His expression subtly changed as he

donned a T-shirt, got out of bed, and quietly headed to the balcony.

"Noah, I hope I'm not disturbing you so early," Caleb asked in a hushed tone.

"What's the matter?"

Caleb chuckled softly. "Sir Martinez has been asserting authority lately. He reclaimed a subsidiary

company from Christopher's control. Now, the whole family is speculating that you're the mastermind

behind this move."

Liam's lips curled slightly as he was indeed the one behind it.

He was fortunate in the sense that his grandfather held a favorable opinion of him. Despite

Christopher's meticulous manipulation of accounts, Liam managed to uncover the flaws.

Moreover, within the Martinez family, many individuals displayed a similar level of arrogance as

Christopher. While his grandfather might be growing older, he was far from senile. Therefore, punishing

Christopher was a way to exert dominance, a clear warning to those with hidden agendas.

"How's Uncle Christopher doing?" Liam asked in a hushed tone.

"It's been rumored that he's sincerely confessing his mistakes in front of Sir Martinez." Caleb chuckled.

"Don't you know your uncle well? Not only did he shed tears and admit his wrongdoings before your

grandfather, but he also apparently kneeled voluntarily in front of your family's ancestral hall, repenting

for several nights!"

Liam sneered as he could easily envision the extensive media coverage in Emberfall, lavishing praise

upon Christopher. They would likely emphasize his newfound realization of mistakes and his supposed

kindness, portraying him as a paragon of filial piety and family loyalty.

These were Christopher's typical tactics. With such unilateral praise, even the most serious of mistakes

could be overshadowed. Hence, it was nearly impossible for outsiders to believe such a sincere and

kind-hearted uncle would engage in something as malicious as tampering with his nephew's plane.

Liam's expression grew icy, his grip on the balcony railing tightening. "I won't be heading back to

Emberfall for the time being."

Caleb was surprised. "Won't you miss the opportunity if you don't return now?"

"Uncle Christopher's acting skills are impressive to the point that my return wouldn't have a significant

impact. It's better to wait and observe, pinpoint his most vulnerable moment, and then launch a

comprehensive strike against both him and his associates!"

Caleb nodded, agreeing with Liam's perspective.

However, a gentle voice emanated from the phone at that very moment, "Liam? Darling... where are

you?"

Stella's voice over the phone was as winding and affectionate as a thousand turns and twists; it sent a

shiver down Caleb's spine even though he was only hearing it remotely. Not to mention Liam, who

faced her every day.

Caleb chuckled, recognizing that Liam's decision not to return to Emberfall had another layer of

meaning behind it...

Liam hurriedly ended the call and walked into the room with quick steps.

Wrapped in the blanket, she stretched her hand toward the clothes scattered on the floor. Yet, because

of her injured left leg, she could not quite reach them, and her face flushed with effort.

He entered the room and bent down to retrieve the clothes from the floor before carefully draping them

over Stella.

She sneaked a glance at him and then lowered her head, her shyness evident. Her gaze toward him

had transformed; now, she embodied the demeanor of an affectionate and reliant wife.

Liam gently touched her flushed cheek and whispered, "Do you still hurt?"

With a brief hesitation, she nodded subtly and smiled coyly as she leaned gently against his chest.

"I'm sorry for hurting you last night." He rubbed her hair and murmured in Stella's ear, "But... I know

what to do from now on."

She hit him and playfully rebuked, "Alright, stop talking about it!"

Liam held her in his arms, laughing heartily.

"Then, you sleep a little longer. I'll go make breakfast." He volunteered. "What would you like to eat?"

"Anything is fine, I think?" Stella blinked her big eyes. "Hmm... I don't have much appetite. Just make

me a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, let's add some shredded meat. I'll make you shredded meat noodles."

"Eating meat so early in the morning?"

"You worked hard last night." Liam grinned mischievously. "I'll make sure you're well-nourished, and we

can continue our good work tonight!"

Stella instantly blushed and pounded his chest with her petite fist. "I told you not to talk about it

anymore!"

...

In the following days, Stella realized that Liam was not merely joking about his intentions to continue

their activities.

With her leg injury limiting her mobility, he found the perfect excuse to hold her close every single day.

Despite the availability of crutches, he insisted on providing his support. From the moment they woke

up, he kept her in his embrace until they went to bed at night, and then...

She struggled to cope and weakly scolded him, "My leg isn't fully healed yet. I can't engage in

strenuous activities!"

However, Liam confidently justified, "Your leg needs to be more active. That's the way it'll recover

quickly!"

"You're just taking advantage of my leg!"

"Honey." He grinned. "Since your leg isn't fully recovered yet, just lie down and stay still. Leave the rest

to me..."