Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 45

45 Chapter Forty–five: Green Tea

Arrives

He stared at Xaviera Evans’s red lips for a long while, leaned in slightly, and spoke coaxingly in a deliberately low voice, “I can make the hangover–cure soup taste less bitter. Would you like to try it?” @

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Xaviera, her mind numbed by the alcohol, processed his words slowly: “Really…?”

“Of course it’s real.” Caleb Mamet betrayed no hint of guilt for beguiling a drunk person, he pointed to his lips and solemnly said, “Kiss me, and you’ll be able to taste the sweet hangover soup.”

Xaviera snorted, “Liar.”

Xaviera, after drinking, was softer and cuter than usual. Caleb swallowed, took a sip of the hangover soup, and without a word, brought his lips to hers.

The lingering scent of alcohol and the sweetness of the soup immediately mixed together.

The bowl of hangover soup was fed, sip by sip, from Caleb into Xaviera’s mouth. At the end, he rested his

forehead against hers and asked in a husky voice, “Is it

bitter?”

Xaviera’s eyes shone moistly, the corners of her eyes were a deep red. Hearing Caleb’s words, she unconsciously shook her head: “Not bitter, sweet.” As she angled her pink tongue to lick the corner of

her mouth, Caleb’s breath hitched.

Apparently sensing some sort of danger signal, Xaviera’s blurred eyes slowly cleared. Caleb, having regained his strength, saw her gazing at him in suspicion and couldn’t help but chuckle, “So, now you are on guard? Don’t you think it’s a bit late?”

The next day, Xaviera jumped out of bed. Did she remember drinking alcohol last night?!

“It’s still early, sleep a little longer.”

A hoarse male voice came from beside her, followed by an arm with fluid muscle lines stretching out from the duvet to circle Xaviera’s slender waist. The world spun and she found herself lying against a man’s hard chest.

Xaviera was dazed.

She turned her neck, it was indeed her master bedroom, but why was Caleb here?! Swallowing, Xaviera felt the body underneath the duvet, her face turned pale, “Caleb, where are my clothes!”

“Why would you wear clothes to sleep?”

Caleb, who was half asleep, tried to pull Xaviera into his arms. The next moment, Xaviera ruthlessly twisted

his arm.

“…F***!”

Caleb was instantly awake.

He looked at Xaviera, her eyes fixed on him, his handsome face bore a helpless expression,

“Ungrateful, is this how you repay your benefactor?”

Benefactor?

Xaviera was confused.

Caleb reminded her: “You were drunk yesterday, one drop and you were out.” More accurately, it was in one gulp.

“If it hadn’t been for me discovering it in time, you

would have slept on the floor all night, and by the time

the servants found you the next day, you would have been feverish and unconscious. Certainly not as lively

as you are now.”

As Caleb spoke, Xaviera’s memory slowly returned. During her hazy consciousness yesterday, she did see Caleb rushing towards her, his expression very

frantic… But none of these were reasons for Caleb to

undress her!

She lifted her leg, delivered a kick, and with a crash, Caleb was kicked off the bed.

Caleb was furious: “Xaviera! Evans!”

Xaviera lifted her chin defiantly: “What?”

Squashing the urge to strangle her, Caleb took a deep breath to calm himself. Hearing the commotion in the room, a servant hesitantly knocked on the door, “Mr. Mamet, Madam, are you awake? Miss Coriell is here.”

Miss Coriell? Who?

Xaviera instinctively looked at Caleb, only to see him frowning and getting up from the floor. He glared at her before turning and entering the bathroom.

Three minutes later, Caleb emerged from the

bathroom appearing completely untouched. He saw Xaviera still lying motionless on the bed. His anger surged once more. This woman always seemed to have a knack for irritating him.

“We have guests downstairs, tidy yourself up and come down with me.”

Xaviera had also recovered by now. She looked at Caleb and asked, “Is this Coriell, the one you ran away from at your wedding?”

Adjusting his cuffs without raising his head, Caleb

responded with one word, “Hmm.”

Strange. The one who ran away from the wedding, and now has the audacity to come looking for Caleb?

Xaviera squinted her eyes, her gaze full of insinuation.

Xaviera and Caleb descended the stairs, with Xaviera

in front and Caleb behind her.

“Caleb, why did it take you so long to come down? And these servants, all of them were stopping me from coming up to find you, so annoying. Where’s Lynne and housekeeper Bronte? Why haven’t I seen her?”

Before they reached downstairs, a girlish voice was

heard.

Hearing the name ‘Lynne‘, it took Xaviera half a minute to remember who Lynne was. The housekeeper who provoked her, had an abnormal possessive urge and a desire to show off, and was eventually thrown out of

the villa.

She remembered the housekeeper always saying to her, “You are not half as good as Miss Coriell,” so the one speaking now was the infamous Miss Coriell, the runaway bride.

“Xaviera didn’t like her, so she was fired.” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Caleb turned around to take Xaviera’s hand and

walked down the stairs with her.

Vita Coriell’s eyes blinked. Her face a mix of naive and sweet innocence looked at them in surprise and

confusion: “Caleb, is this Miss Evans who married you in my place? She’s really pretty.”