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.

fingers are

turned his head abruptly, meeting Xaviera’s sparkling eyes. Her pink tongue quickly licked her lips, and if Caleb

stiffened instantly, “Wha-,

your fingers are

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 resist their father and

remembered was like an elementary school student who received an award, her eyes as bright as

long time ago, Xaviera suffered from an

the same to her –

meals were bitter, even water was

tasted sweetness on Caleb’s fingertip,

really wanted to take another lick of his fingertips

to look away somehow gave Caleb the impression of a dog eyeing

throat, trying to break the strange atmosphere: “What were you trying to

she trying to say? Divorce, of

lips faded, and the

marriage certificate. She never intended to really marry Moore, or the man in front

now the

man on the marriage certificate. Caleb? A nice

Wait a minute…

thought of something. She looked up and, relying on her

Lowen Clubhouse.

in Libanan, where even the rich can’t buy a