Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: The Sweet One

After Caleb’s reminder, Xaviera realized that she still didn’t know the name of her marriage partner.

She wanted to ask Caleb directly, but he gave her a glance, telling her to look at the marriage certificate herself.

Xaviera: “…”

She pushed the mint candy to one side of her mouth, creating a round bulge on her right cheek. At the same time, she reached into her backpack to search for the marriage certificate she had stuffed somewhere. As she rummaged, she said, “Actually, no matter who you are, after I settle the Evans family matters and transfer the shares to you, we can…”

Before she could finish, a hard yet warm object poked at her lips, silencing her mid-sentence.

Xaviera: “???”

Caleb: “!!!”

The surprise happened in an instant.

Caleb swore he was just curious about the bulge on Xaviera’s cheek and wanted to poke it unconsciously. However, she turned her head unexpectedly, causing his finger to press directly on her lips!

The soft and warm touch made Caleb’s heart tingle. He quickly withdrew his finger and rubbed it on his knee as if trying to get rid of the prickling sensation.

As the tingling feeling slowly faded, Caleb furrowed his brows, recalling what Xaviera had just said. Before he could speak, he heard an excited female voice.

Your fingers are

sparkling eyes. Her pink tongue quickly licked her lips, and

body stiffened instantly, “Wha-, what’s

fingers, your

until now, Xaviera had always seemed calm and collected around Caleb. After all, not many women dared to boldly ask a stranger to marry them on the spot at the civil affairs office or defiantly

composed Xaviera he remembered was like an elementary school student who received an award,

long, long time ago, Xaviera suffered from an

she ate tasted the same to her

were bitter, even water was

had tasted sweetness on Caleb’s fingertip, and she swore it

with Caleb, Xaviera really wanted to take another lick of his fingertips and

gaze lingered on his fingers, and her reluctance to look away somehow gave Caleb the impression of

the strange atmosphere: “What were you trying to tell me

was she trying to say?

her lips faded, and the familiar

as she flipped through the marriage certificate. She never intended to

the

the name of the man on the marriage certificate. Caleb?

Wait a minute…

looked up and, relying on her excellent vision,

Lowen Clubhouse.

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