Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 44

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

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.

Although it was a false alarm, the incident made the housekeeper realize the importance of Xaviera Evans in Caleb’s heart. He recalled Caleb’s panicked expression when he brought her out, and sighed. He had just been promoted and originally thought that Mr. and Mrs. Mamet living in separate rooms meant they had a strained relationship. But now it was clear that his young master cared about his wife very much!

Caleb pulled up a chair and sat down, carefully observing Xaviera. He rarely saw her 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, making people want to take a bite involuntarily.

He used his powerful self–control to divert his eyes, and then looked at the bruise on her forehead. It was

not serious, just a small area, probably from hitting the edge of the coffee table when she fell from being drunk. However, her skin was too white, making the small bruise very prominent.

Caleb frowned and opened 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. He gently massaged it in circles, helping the ointment to be

better absorbed.

While massaging, Caleb felt unbalanced in his heart. When had he ever done these tasks of serving people? Most importantly, Xaviera was currently unconscious, and she might forget everything he had done when she woke up the next morning!

It was too much of a loss!

Thinking of this, Caleb snorted and poked Xaviera with his ointment–covered finger: “St*pid woman, do you know who I am? I’m your husband, your legally–married husband, remember that, okay?”

Xaviera was drunk, not unconscious. The moment the

cold ointment touched her forehead, her

consciousness gradually returned. However, the after–effects of the alcohol were still wreaking havoc in her mind, making it difficult for her to open her heavy eyelids.

Not until Caleb spoke did she suddenly struggle to open her eyes and grabbed his hand that was causing chaos on her forehead.

Caleb was startled: “You… You’re awake?”

Xaviera stared straight at him without answering.

Caleb shifted his gaze away guiltily, and the next second, he looked back confidently: “What’s the matter? Am I wrong? I’m your legally–married husband, you can’t escape that!”

At this moment, Caleb seemed very much like a cat

Xaviera had raised in the countryside when she was a child, just as proud and awkward.

“Meow.”

With alcohol eroding her rationality, Xaviera carelessly hugged Caleb’s head and rubbed it. His hair was short and hard, not very pleasant to touch, but it was enough for her to enjoy and narrow her eyes with

pleasure.

“Meow?”

Caleb gritted his teeth and pulled Xaviera’s hand away from his head. “I treat you as my wife, and you treat me as a cat? Xaviera Evans, are you asking for death?!”

Xaviera grew bolder in her mischief, raising her hand and slapping Caleb’s head: “Stinky cat, how are you talking to your master?”

Caleb: “”

Damn it, he wanted to kill this woman!

The housekeeper came in with the hangover–cure soup and heard this sentence. Did he accidentally stumble upon something he shouldn’t have? Did Mr. and Mrs. Mamet actually like this kind of play…?

“Mr… Mr. Mamet, this hangover–cure soup…” The housekeeper hesitated at the doorway, unsure NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

whether to enter

Caleb smoothed out his hair messed up by Xaviera and casually said to the housekeeper: “Just put it here.”

The housekeeper quickly complied, quickly left the

room after putting down the soup, and thoughtfully closed the bedroom door tightly.

Caleb tested the temperature of the hangover–cure soup with the back of his hand and said unhappily to Xaviera: “Drink it.”

“Not drinking”

Xaviera grabbed a pillow and hugged it, shaking her head like a rattle drum: “Bitter.”

Caleb wanted to say it wasn’t bitter since the servants had added sugar, but he quickly remembered Xaviera’s special condition and pursed his lips.