Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband by Qiaoqiao

44 Chapter 44: Inescapable

Caleb Mamet saw that the doctor was not speaking, and suddenly took a step forward: “Speak up! What happened to Xaviera Evans?” N

The family doctor was startled and handed over the diagnosis report with a tremble: “Madam’s body has no problems, it’s just… she got drunk. Madam has alcohol intolerance, and even a small amount of alcoholic beverages can make her pass out.”

Drunk?

Caleb blinked, not quite grasping the situation.

Just then, the test results of the unknown liquid sent for testing came out, confirming it was alcohol.

Caleb let out a sigh of relief and began looking for the culprit: “Why was there alcohol in Madam’s room?”

The servants looked at each other, and finally pushed out a timid young girl who answered: “I’m sorry, Mr. Mamet. It was our mistake. We accidentally sent the alcohol intended for you to Madam’s room.”

This was a mistake made due to staff changes. Caleb

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rubbed his forehead and signaled the housekeeper to handle it, then stepped into the master bedroom on

the third floor.

The housekeeper sent the family doctor away and quickly arranged for the servants to make

hangover–cure soup.

expression when he brought her out, and sighed. He had just been promoted and originally thought that Mr. and Mrs. Mamet

so peaceful, and her spirited brows and eyes showed a hint of softness. Perhaps it was due to the alcohol, her red lips were crystal clear and looked like delicious jelly,

divert his eyes, and then looked

just a small area, probably from hitting the edge of the coffee table when she fell from

the ointment left by the doctor at the bedside. He took a small piece of the milky–white ointment, rubbed it in his palm, and carefully applied it to her forehead.

better absorbed.

in his heart. When had he ever done these tasks of serving people? Most importantly, Xaviera was currently unconscious, and she might forget

too much of

ointment–covered finger: “St*pid woman, do you

was drunk, not unconscious.

touched her

wreaking havoc in

her eyes and grabbed his hand that was causing chaos on her

startled: “You…

at him without

gaze away guiltily, and the next second, he looked back confidently: “What’s the matter? Am I wrong? I’m your legally–married husband,

this moment, Caleb seemed

she was a child,

“Meow.”

His hair was short and hard, not very pleasant to touch, but it was

pleasure.

“Meow?”

you as my wife, and you treat me as

mischief, raising her hand and slapping Caleb’s head: “Stinky cat, how are

Caleb: “”