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Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Rumor had it that Xaviera Evans had a weak constitution—a sickly beauty. Rumor had it that she spent a fortune every day on medications—eating them like candy. Rumor had it that ten servants waited on her by her bed every day—a burden to everyone. They were all waiting for the Evans family to toss Xaviera Evans back to the countryside and leave her to fend for herself. Xaviera Evans: "They're all saying that I'm weak and can't take care of myself. Apparently, I spend money recklessly as well.” She looked down at her tattered shirt and was exasperated. Xaviera Evans: “Are you saying that this wealthy family lets their daughter wear tattered clothes every day?” The Evans family's rich daughter? She had enough! She would not be it anymore! Therefore… Scumbag guy: "Without the Evans family, you're nothing." Xaviera Evans: "If I'm kicked out of the Evans family, I'll be done for." Scumbag girl: "Sis, don't be too disappointed. As long as you work hard, you'll be praised one day.” Xaviera Evans: "Shut up, I don't know a traitor like you." The scumbag guy and girl: "???" Rumor had it that the Mamet family's youngest son, Caleb Mamet, rashly married a woman who had nothing but looks. Xaviera Evans: "Is someone looking down on me?" One day, Xaviera Evans saw one of Caleb Mamet's employees racking his brains over a series of numbers on the computer screen. Since she was free, she lent a hand. Did she just crack the firewall created by the joint efforts of top elite hackers?! Caleb Mamet inched closer with every step. "Xaviera, what else are you hiding from me? Hmm?" Xaviera Evans: "Oh, no! I feel dizzy again! I'm so weak. This body of mine is just too weak!"

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Chapter 657: Pure-hearted Big Boy

At this moment, some spicy scenes flashed through Caleb's mind, as uncontrollable memories flooded in. His gaze darkened, "Are you taking a shower in the master bathroom?"

Xaviera Evans smiled at him, flirtatiously brushing her hair, "Why not? I used to shower here all the time, didn't I? Sometimes you even held me as we showered together! Caleb... can you help me grab some clothes?"

Caleb's forehead beaded with sweat, his burning gaze fixed on her fair collarbone. The bath towel could not fully cover her chest, allowing a glimpse of her snowy skin, "I'll have Steve Price get it..."

"Are you my husband or is Steve Price?! You always let him do everything! Are you going to let him bring it in too? Can't you help me get something for once?"

Her voice, almost pleading and melodiously soft, tugged at his heartstrings. Caleb felt as if his bones were going soft, and he could hardly stand, "I... I'll go?"

"Yes, go to my room and get me any clothes you find."