Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

43 Chapter 43: The Strangely Cute

After Steve Price dealt with the thugs, he saw the two people standing at the door, staring at each other and asked tentatively, “Mr. Evans, where are we going

now? Shall we go to a restaurant to celebrate the

birthday?” The last sentence was addressed to Xaviera

Evans.

He couldn’t believe that she could still be indifferent

even after being reminded like this.

As it turned out, Xaviera Evans was not only indifferent but also yawned rudely. She was in a hurry to make Mortimer’s birthday present last night and almost didn’t sleep. Now the drowsiness was surging, and she wanted nothing more than to dive into bed

and sleep him through what seemed like forever.

“I’m not going to eat. You guys can go by yourselves. I need to go back and sleep.”

Xaviera yawned as she walked out, passing Caleb

Mamet, who grabbed her by the arm, “No eating, there’s nothing good to eat, let’s go home together.”

Thinking of the messy drafts and all sorts of

equipment that had not been cleaned up in the master bedroom on the third floor, Caleb could guess that Xaviera had hardly closed her eyes last night.

Without saying a word, he pulled Xaviera out and left Steve Price standing there dumbfounded.

In the car.

Evans leaned on the back seat with her eyes closed, and Caleb Mamet sat on the other side, staring out the window, not knowing what to think. There was a considerable distance

while secretly glancing at the rear–view mirror. He watched as Caleb slowly moved closer to Xaviera until there was only a fist’s

Caleb’s breath inch by inch, she lost what little sleep she had instantly. Rubbing her brow, she turned to Caleb and

mobile phone

make this?”

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I sent it to you

index finger on his knee,

fool; it was both their birthdays. Mortimer was given a personally designed and crafted cufflink, while

for this familiar stick figure, he wouldn’t have been able to discover

“It’s okay.”

the end, Caleb gave an

and didn’t

no wonder Mr. Evans is in such a good

phone and didn’t care for the heartbroken assistant in front who leaned lazily

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a heavy sigh. She didn’t know why, but she

celebrating a

shoes, lost in

until she returned to the

ask Mortimer if he had received his present! With that in mind, she quickly

WhatsApp content and chuckled. He looked up at the direction of the third floor. This woman still hadn’t discovered his identity. What should

it, thank you. I like the gift very

go

of

her worries. She picked up a cup of coffee from the table and took a sip, but after taking a sip, she realized that the taste was odd…

Why was there

she collapsed to the floor,