Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

After comforting Jessi, Mag Evans gently shook Xaviera Evans’s hand: “Sister, don’t worry, no matter what anyone else says, I’ll always be on your side. I know you really want to meet the head of the Mamet family, no matter how much others oppose, I won’t listen. I want to fulfill your wish, so please come with me to Lowen Clubhouse.”

Xaviera scoffed gently, her good sister was really belittling her in every word. Since she wished so much to take her to the Lowen Clubhouse, Xaviera would not satisfy her.

Xaviera gave a faint smile: “I’m sorry, I don’t want to go to the Lowen Clubhouse with you. As for the head of the Mamet family, you can go and see him yourself, I don’t have the time to accompany you.”

Having said that, Xaviera turned her head and left.

Mag couldnt help but feel the anger rise on her face; she didn’t know what Xaviera was proud of. Clearly, she was a hundred times, a thousand times better than Xaviera. She had won the favor of the head of the Mamet family, who had personally invited her to be a guest at the Lowen Clubhouse. It was such a great honor? How envious others were, but Xaviera? She didn’t seem to care, which wasn’t normal!

Yes, every time Mag met Xaviera’s eyes, she felt that Xaviera was looking down on her. That kind of stare, like looking at garbage, was constantly irritating her.

Jessi mocked sarcastically: ‘Mag, since some people don’t know gratitude, just let her be. After all, she’s just a country bumpkin who has come from the countryside. She has no insight, and yet she is deemed worthy of being Miss

Evans of the Evans family. What a joke.”

Mag regained her composure and adjusted her expression.

That’s right, what Jessi said was true. Xaviera and her were on completely different wavelengths. One lived as some old man’s mistress, the other was personally invited and favored by the head of the Mamet family. The widening gap between her and Xaviera meant she had no need to concern herself with such a loser.

After marrying into the Mamet family, she could just arrange a driver or a cleaner for Xaviera and consider it fulfilling their years of sisterhood.

When Xaviera returned to the Mamet residence, it was around five or six o’clock in the evening. The Sunset bathed the Earth in a golden glow, casting a layer of gold on everything in the world.

Pushing the door open, Xaviera found today’s villa eerily quiet. There was no butler nor any servants… Xaviera shrugged her shoulders, changed her shoes in the doorway under the evening glow. Although the light was dim, it didn’t affect her movements. Hanging her coat on the rack, she was about to head upstairs when she suddenly heard a muffled groan from nearby.

Xaviera: “…Who’s that?”

She asked as she walked towards the source of the noise, a blurry figure stood at the entrance of the kitchen, slightly hunched, seemingly in discomfort.

“Xaviera.”

Caleb Mamet’s voice was a bit hoarse; he hadn’t expected Xaviera to come home at this time.

“Caleb?” Xaviera recognized his voice, stopped walking, and muttered: “You’re at home, why didn’t you turn on the light? I thought there was no one in the villa.”

After saying this, she seemed to realize that something was wrong. Caleb was standing there, motionless, which made her recall the groaning sound from earlier. Xaviera tentatively asked, “Are you injured?”

Caleb’s Adam’s apple bobbed: “No.”

Xaviera fell silent. If he wasn’t injured, what was he doing standing by the kitchen entrance? Could it be that he wanted to cook a meal for himself?

“So do you need me to help you with anything?” Xaviera asked considerately, “If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask.”

A flicker of unnaturalness crossed Caleb’s face, but it was hidden in the dim light, so Xaviera didn’t notice.

“No need, go upstairs.”

Xaviera subconsciously asked: “What about you?”

Caleb: ‘

He hesitated for a long time before finally speaking somewhat helplessly: “I just want to stand here for a while, you don’t have to worry about me.” Stand by the entrance of the kitchen for a while? That was odd.

Xaviera looked at him speechless, feeling that today’s Caleb was a bit strange. She originally wanted to ask more questions but then thought she had no right to dig into Caleb’s affairs. So she shrugged: “Alright, then I’ll go upstairs first.

Take care of yourself.”

Caleb’s expression stiffened for a moment, his lips parted as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he said nothing: “Mmm, okay.”

His tone betrayed no problems; Xaviera scratched her head and walked upstairs. She wasn’t one to pry into other people’s secrets.. Upstairs, she dealt with some paperwork, and as time went on, she suddenly remembered something – there were no servants or butler in the villa today, what about dinner?