Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 34

34 Chapter 34: Going Blind

Caleb Mamet leaned back in his chair, pushing the

lunchbox towards Xaviera Evans.

Xaviera: “…”

Her gaze lingered on Caleb’s lips.

Okay, she admitted she had developed a picky appetite. Her food used to always taste bitter, she’d grown accustomed to it. But since kissing Caleb, she could taste the flavor of her meals. Xaviera felt like eating those bitter dishes again would be the world’s

worst torture!

But lately, Caleb had been grumpy she didn’t dare to

touch him…

“Eat, don’t want to eat?” Caleb tapped impatiently on

the table.

Xaviera thought for three seconds and then suddenly raised her head to show a smile: “Do you want a kiss?”

The delicious food right in front of her, she can’t resist the temptation of food, she outstretched her evil little hand to Caleb.

Caleb looked cold, a light hum escaping from his throat: “Say that again?”

Xaviera swallowed. Her chopsticks randomly poking at

the rice in her bowl, dealing with Caleb had become difficult lately. She hesitated whether to go on.

But…

She glanced at the glutinous rice balls on the small desk, remembering the soft and sweet taste, she

closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and announced: “I said, do you want a kiss!”

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Caleb laughed softly: “Sorry, no kiss.”

Xaviera: “!”

Are you kidding me?!

You say no kiss, so no kiss?!

Angered to the extreme, Xaviera charged across the table, pressing one hand on Caleb’s shoulder. She lowered her head and without hesitation, her red lips

moved towards the man’s thin lips!

Her movements were fierce, but the lips that pressed on his were incredibly soft.

During every breath was a hint of mint.

Caleb didn’t move an inch, leaning back against the leather chair while Xaviera took liberties with his lips. His long eyelashes dropped, concealing the flash of light in his dark eyes.

Xaviera knew nothing about kissing and merely gnawed on Caleb’s lips, accidentally biting too hard at one point, causing him to grunt softly.

His voice was low and hoarse. Startled, Xaviera carelessly released him.

A trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of

Caleb’s mouth.

Xaviera: “…

Caleb touched the corner of his lips. The faint sting made him furrow his brows unintentionally. The look he gave Xaviera held a bit of reproach and dissatisfaction.

Xaviera awkwardly toyed with her hair: “That, accident… accident.”

Caleb’s smile was inscrutable: “Accident?”

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Steve Price who had witnessed the entirely scene: “!”

Shit, his eyes were going to go blind!

Luckily, after Caleb said those words, he fell silent, and Xaviera quietly returned to her seat and began eating her meal in silence.

Caleb sat opposite her, watching as she stuffs her cheeks like a hamster. Her chopsticks continuously reached into the lunchbox. She ate quickly, but it was not sloppy.

As Xaviera took care of herself, she did not forget to

serve food to Caleb.

Caleb looked at the bowl in front of him, piled with food, and unbuttoned his shirt sleeve. His well– defined fingers picked up the neglected chopsticks and started to calmly eat the meal in front of him.

For a while, only the sound of food being chewed remained in the quiet back seat.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, Xaviera, filled and satisfied, returned to the backstage of the contest.

At this time, the participating students backstage were discussing the topic of the competition.

“I’ve heard that this time the theme was set by Miss Lohill!”

“Ah, no wonder it’s so hard, I feel like I’m going to be last!”

“So sad, the moment I saw the topic, I began to doubt if I really belonged to the fashion design major.”

“But Mag Evans must be under no pressure, right? After all, she’s Miss Lohill’s disciple. I’m so jealous of her, I also want Miss Lohill’s guidance!”

Mag Evans smiled shyly: “Actually, like everyone else, the moment I saw the topic, I was also confused.”

“Oh come on, don’t be modest. As Miss Lohill’s

disciple, you must be accustomed to her way of setting tasks. Even if you’re confused, you’ll perform better

than us.”

The girl spoke with both envy and resignation.

Seeing everyone’s low spirits, Mag skillfully changed the subject: “Where’s my sister? Why haven’t I seen

her?”

Everyone went quiet, then sneered dismissively.

“Who knows?”

“Did not see her in the arena just now, probably made a run for it.”

“Haha, it’s forgivable if she ran, after all, she came from a different background than us.”

Their gloom lifted, reviving the chat, due to the prospect of Xaviera ranking last.

Meg spoke gently: “Don’t say that. My sister is very hardworking and she loves design… Everyone has the right to pursue their dreams. We shouldn’t mock those

who dare to dream.”

“Hahaha, Mag, you should know there’s a difference

between dreams and delusions.” Someone didn’t

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