Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 207 - 207: 207: Knowing a Person’s Face But Not Their Heart

Sean Price entered, ‘Mr. Caleb Mamet, Mrs. Evans called me while you were on the phone earlier.”

He paused, handed his cellphone to Caleb Mamet, and said awkwardly, “She said… she received your gift.”

Sean Price was well aware that the gift was sent on behalf of Mr. Caleb Mamet by his brother Steve Price, but he had no idea what it was that had caused Mrs. Evans to suddenly call.

Caleb Mamet hesitated for a moment and took the phone from Sean Price, who then tactfully retreated out of the room.

“Hello.”

Xaviera Evans’s voice trembled slightly, “Did you send those things?”

Caleb Mamet had just ordered the gown and it couldn’t have been delivered so quickly, so it couldn’t be the gown.

He thought about it for a moment and suddenly remembered that a clothing brand had been talking to the Mamet Group about business. They had sent a tew new women’s garments, all custom-made according to xavlera Evans’s measurements. It must be those clothes.

Caleb Mamet said casually, “They were sent by a clothing brand, made to your measurements. They’re probably not as good as your own designs, but you’ll have to put up with them.”

Xaviera Evans: ‘I…” I don’t design this kind of seductive sleepwear!

She turned her head to look at the gauzy garments on the bed and sighed, “Let me ask again, are you sure you sent them?”

Caleb Mamet curved a corner of his lips, “Yes, don’t you like it?”

The shameless man!

What kind of clothes are these? These are clearly just a few pieces of gauze. It’s like wearing nothing at all!

Caleb Mamet suddenly remembered what Steve Price had said about not hiding the good deeds and letting his wife know.

He was silent for a while and smiled sligh tly, “I actually helped design a few of the pieces myself, I think you’ll look stunning in them.”

Xaviera Evans was dumbfounded.

She never knew Caleb Mamet could be so open, even helping to design such clothes?

Thinking of Caleb Mamet’s cold face as he discussed the details of the clothes with the designers, has the dignified president of the Mamet Group really abandoned his face?

Xaviera Evans took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, “Caleb

Mamet, do you really want me to wear them?”

Caleb Mamet picked up the coffee on the table, turned on his computer, and focused his gaze, saying casually, “Yeah, I’ll be going on a business trip in a few days, and you’ll come along. We can take a break and treat it as a vacation, and then bring some of these new clothes.”

Xaviera Evans’s a well-known designer, so she can check the quality and discuss the design details, as well as select some clothes she likes.

Xaviera Evans: !”

This shameless man! He wants her to take these clothes on vacation?

He’s so brazen! Dare to play such games outside? He might have done this with other women already.

Xaviera Evans was burning with anger and roared, “Shameless! You dog of a man!”

She angrily hung up the phone.

Caleb Mamet looked innocent and perplexed holding the phone.

Was it the clothes that didn’t look good? After all, Xaviera Evans is a renowned designer, and her standards are high, but it shouldn’t make her so angry, right?

Lowen Clubhouse.

Xaviera Evans lay in bed, trying to regain her composure. The clothes had long been put away, but the images lingered in her mind.

He has finally revealed his true colors!

Beast!

Turns out he’s into this kind of excitement. People do change!

Xaviera Evans tossed and turned, her heart in turmoil. Suddenly, she realized that Caleb Mamet had sent those clothes because he wanted to… engage in intimate activities with her.

When she kisses Caleb Mamet, her sense of taste returns temporarily. But what if she wants to regain it completely? Would that require such means?

Xaviera Evans thought she might as well give it a try…

But those clothes were too humiliating!

Xaviera Evans got up, opened the gift box, and took out a revealing skirt.

Calm, stay calm. She blushed as she took the skirt into the bathroom.

Caleb Mamet hurried home.

At this time, Sean Price received a call from the clothing brand, “Special

Assistant Price, I’m truly sorry, but those clothes will be sent a bit later. I hope

Mr. Caleb Mamet won’t mind.”

After hanging up, Sean Price hurried upstairs to find Caleb Mamet, only to find out he had already left.

It wasn’t a big deal after all, just some clothes. The CEO probably wouldn’t care..