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

pink tongue quickly licked her lips, and if Caleb saw correctly, she licked the exact spot where

stiffened instantly,

fingers, your

and collected around Caleb. After all, not many women dared to boldly ask a stranger to marry them on the spot at the

like an elementary school student who received an award, her eyes as bright as stars and

long, long time ago, Xaviera

ate tasted the same

meals were bitter, even water

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

Xaviera really wanted to take another

away somehow

throat, trying to break the strange atmosphere:

to

sweet taste on her lips faded,

flipped through the marriage certificate. She never intended to really marry Moore, or

now the

at the name of the man on the marriage certificate.

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