Chapter 45


    45 Chapter Forty–five: Green Tea


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    He stared at Xaviera Evans’s red lips for a long while, leaned in slightly, and spoke coaxingly in a


    deliberately low voice, “I can make the hangover–cure soup taste less bitter. Would you like to try it?”


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    Xaviera, her mind numbed by the alcohol, processed his words slowly: “Really…?”


    “Of course it’s real.” Caleb Mamet betrayed no hint of guilt for beguiling a drunk person, he pointed to


    his lips and solemnly said, “Kiss me, and you’ll be able to taste the sweet hangover soup.”


    Xaviera snorted, “Liar.”


    Xaviera, after drinking, was softer and cuter than usual. Caleb swallowed, took a sip of the hangover


    soup, and without a word, brought his lips to hers.


    The lingering scent of alcohol and the sweetness of the soup immediately mixed together.


    The bowl of hangover soup was fed, sip by sip, from Caleb into Xaviera’s mouth. At the end, he rested


    his


    forehead against hers and asked in a husky voice, “Is it


    bitter?”


    Xaviera’s eyes shone moistly, the corners of her eyes were a deep red. Hearing Caleb’s words, she


    unconsciously shook her head: “Not bitter, sweet.” As she angled her pink tongue to lick the corner of


    her mouth, Caleb’s breath hitched.


    Apparently sensing some sort of danger signal, Xaviera’s blurred eyes slowly cleared. Caleb, having


    regained his strength, saw her gazing at him in suspicion and couldn’t help but chuckle, “So, now you


    are on guard? Don’t you think it’s a bitte?”


    The next day, Xaviera jumped out of bed. Did she remember drinking alcoholst night?!


    “It’s still early, sleep a little longer.”


    A hoarse male voice came from beside her, followed by an arm with fluid muscle lines stretching out


    from the duvet to circle Xaviera’s slender waist. The world spun and she found herself lying against a


    man’s hard chest.


    Xaviera was dazed.


    She turned her neck, it was indeed her master bedroom, but why was Caleb here?! Swallowing,


    Xaviera felt the body underneath the duvet, her face turned pale, “Caleb, where are my clothes!”


    “Why would you wear clothes to sleep?”


    Caleb, who was half asleep, tried to pull Xaviera into his arms. The next moment, Xaviera ruthlessly


    twisted


    his arm.


    “…F***!”


    Caleb was instantly awake.


    He looked at Xaviera, her eyes fixed on him, his handsome face bore a helpless expression,


    “Ungrateful, is this how you repay your benefactor?”


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    Xaviera was confused.


    Caleb reminded her: “You were drunk yesterday, one drop and you were out.” More urately, it was in


    one gulp.


    “If it hadn’t been for me discovering it in time, you


    would have slept on the floor all night, and by the time


    the servants found you the next day, you would have been feverish and unconscious. Certainly not as


    lively


    as you are now.”


    As Caleb spoke, Xaviera’s memory slowly returned. During her hazy consciousness yesterday, she did


    see Caleb rushing towards her, his expression very


    frantic… But none of these were reasons for Caleb to


    undress her!


    She lifted her leg, delivered a kick, and with a crash, Caleb was kicked off the bed.


    Caleb was furious: “Xaviera! Evans!”


    Xaviera lifted her chin defiantly: “What?”


    Squashing the urge to strangle her, Caleb took a deep breath to calm himself. Hearing themotion


    in the room, a servant hesitantly knocked on the door, “Mr. Mamet, Madam, are you awake? Miss


    Coriell is here.”


    Miss Coriell? Who?


    Xaviera instinctively looked at Caleb, only to see him frowning and getting up from the floor. He red


    at her before turning and entering the bathroom.


    Three minutester, Caleb emerged from the


    bathroom appearingpletely untouched. He saw Xaviera still lying motionless on the bed. His anger


    surged once more. This woman always seemed to have a knack for irritating him.


    “We have guests downstairs, tidy yourself up ande down with me.”


    Xaviera had also recovered by now. She looked at Caleb and asked, “Is this Coriell, the one you ran


    away from at your wedding?”


    Adjusting his cuffs without raising his head, Caleb


    responded with one word, “Hmm.”


    Strange. The one who ran away from the wedding, and now has the audacity toe looking for


    Caleb?


    Xaviera squinted her eyes, her gaze full of insinuation.


    Xaviera and Caleb descended the stairs, with Xaviera


    in front and Caleb behind her.


    “Caleb, why did it take you so long toe down? And these servants, all of them were stopping me


    froming up to find you, so annoying. Where’s Lynne and housekeeper Bronte? Why haven’t I seen


    her?”


    Before they reached downstairs, a girlish voice was


    heard.


    Hearing the name ‘Lynne‘, it took Xaviera half a minute to remember who Lynne was. The housekeeper


    who provoked her, had an abnormal possessive urge and a desire to show off, and was eventually


    thrown out of


    the vi.


    She remembered the housekeeper always saying to her, “You are not half as good as Miss Coriell,” so


    the one speaking now was the infamous Miss Coriell, the runaway bride.


    “Xaviera didn’t like her, so she was fired.”


    Caleb turned around to take Xaviera’s hand and


    walked down the stairs with her.


    Vita Coriell’s eyes blinked. Her face a mix of naive and sweet innocence looked at them in surprise and


    confusion: “Caleb, is this Miss Evans who married you in my ce? She’s really pretty.”