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

his head abruptly, meeting Xaviera’s sparkling eyes. Her pink tongue quickly licked her lips, and if Caleb saw correctly, she licked the exact spot where his finger had

stiffened instantly,

your fingers

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

now, the composed Xaviera he remembered was like an elementary school student who received an award, her eyes as bright as stars and full of

time ago, Xaviera

the

meals were

Caleb’s fingertip, and she

that she was unfamiliar with Caleb, Xaviera really wanted to take another

away somehow gave Caleb the

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

trying to say?

sweet taste on her lips faded, and the familiar bitterness

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

now the

name of the man on

Wait a minute…

relying on her excellent vision, clearly

Lowen Clubhouse.

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