Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband-Chapter 239 - : 239: Mrs. Mamet Has a Problem with Her Brain

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Caleb Mamet looked calm and relaxed, lazily pulling up the corner of his mouth.

Xaviera Evans suddenly felt her hair stand on end.

—”What the hell is this dog guy laughing at? He scared the shit out of me!”

With Caleb’s arm wrapped around her waist, they entered the restroom and sat down on the sofa. He casually asked, “Hungry, huh?”

Xaviera nodded vigorously. She wanted to eat barbecue with a spicy twist, but she knew Caleb wouldn’t let her, and might even prohibit kisses. So, she put on a fawning smile, “I’ll listen to whatever you say, Caleb.”

Caleb chuckled lightly: “Well then… barbecue it is.”

Xaviera nodded slightly, and suddenly her whole body stiffened.

Wait, did she hear correctly?

How did Caleb know she wanted barbecue? She’d been dreaming of barbecue!

She even suspected Caleb had mind-reading abilities because he seemed to guess what she wanted to eat every time.

Xaviera was so excited that she almost jumped up. She was elated to the point of tears.

Amusement danced in Caleb’s eyes.

Mrs. Mamet is so adorable; making her happy is actually very simple!

The usually cold CEO sat up straight, cleared his throat, and waited for Mrs. Mamet’s response.

Xaviera calmed down and found it strange that Caleb, who had always disliked barbecue, suddenly wanted to eat it.

There Caleb sat, squinting his eyes slightly.

“He doesn’t like smoky environments; thinks they’re very unhygienic. When I mentioned having barbecue before, he immediately refused. ”

Her hands supporting her chin, she pondered carefully and suddenly had a moment of realization.

—”Could it be…”

Caleb’s lips curled up, thinking whether Mrs. Mamet was touched, knowing that he didn’t like barbecue but was willing to go for her sake.

The usually aloof executive felt this was a very obvious romantic gesture that would surely make Mrs. Mamet love him even more.

Just then, Xaviera looked at him intently.

“Is it possible that he’s acquired a chain of barbecue restaurants and wants me to go taste them firsthand? Has the Mamet Corporation’s scope of business expanded so widely that they won’t even let a barbecue restaurant go unchecked?”

Caleb: ‘

Silent.

Mrs. Mamet really does have some brain problems; he’ll have to take her to the hospital for an examination someday.

However, whatever the reason, Xaviera was already grateful to get barbecue.

She was about to head out the door with Caleb when he abruptly stopped, “Mrs. Mamet.”

“What’s wrong?”

He held a neutral demeanor, lowered his head, and exhaled hot breath on her face.

The originally icy voice turned as warm as spring water, “I almost forgot to give you a kiss.”

With that, one of his hands locked onto the back of her head, and he gently pressed his lips to her soft ones.

Xaviera’s eyes widened, her mind a blank slate, and her heart pounding furiously.

What the hell did this guy mean? Was he giving her the kiss to restore her sense of taste, or was it merely a kiss?

Why did he suddenly want to kiss her?

Holy crap! Was this dog guy trying to seduce her?

“Hiss!

Caleb bit her lip, causing a stinging pain that brought her back to her senses.

At that moment, Caleb’s eyes were blazing, strands of his hair slipped down lazily, adding a touch of tenderness and ambiguity to his expression.

Xaviera’s body felt weak and helpless, as if she could only lean against Caleb to stand straight.

One kiss did not satisfy Caleb, who went from gentle and deliberate to increasingly forceful until Xaviera began to struggle, only then reluctantly pulling away.

A gentle kiss fell on her forehead, neck, and then slowly traveled downward. Xaviera’s thoughts were a jumble, entirely devoid of reason, so much so that she even forgot to breathe.

Gasping for air, she opened her mouth, “Caleb…”

At that moment, an ill-timed voice chimed in, interrupting her words.

“Caleb! I want barbecue, too! Take me with you!”

Yigol Mamet swaggered in and shoved the door open, grinning like a fool.

Caleb: ‘

Just say how you want to die, alright?

Although Yigol often indulged in various pleasures, he was still an innocent young lad who had never been in love and knew nothing of the experiences between couples.

Now, he saw Caleb tightly hugging Xaviera, her eyes brimming like spring water, her lips cherry-red, a touch of daze in her gaze.

Yigol Evans: “Xaviera, your lips are so red! Did you put on lipstick? Stop putting on makeup; I’m starving! Let’s go eat barbecue!”

Xaviera: ‘

Suddenly, Yigol seemed to have thought of something and frowned slightly..

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