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

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

instantly, “Wha-, what’s

your fingers are

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

who received an award, her eyes as bright as stars

long time ago, Xaviera suffered

she ate tasted the same to her

were bitter, even water was

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

that she was unfamiliar with Caleb, Xaviera really wanted to take another lick of his fingertips and confirm her feeling

reluctance to look away somehow gave Caleb the impression of a

strange atmosphere: “What were you trying

she trying to say? Divorce,

her lips faded, and the familiar

crushed the mint candy in her mouth, casually thinking as she flipped through the marriage certificate. She never intended to really marry Moore,

the situation

name of the man on the

Wait a minute…

something. She looked up and, relying on her excellent vision, clearly saw the

Lowen Clubhouse.

the rich can’t buy a property. Those who lived here were either extremely rich or