Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband Chapter 220 – Can I Beat Him?

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Can I Beat Him?

Xaviera had lost too much blood yesterday and hadn’t slept well, so she suddenly felt a bit dizzy and nauseous, involuntarily covering her mouth.

Yigol Mamet was shocked: “Are you trying to deceive me? You’re so calculating!”

“Wait! Are you pregnant? Wanting to secure a position through your child?

Trying to tie down Caleb’s heart?”

Xaviera: ‘

Position through the child? Bind Caleb’s heart? Mr. Yigol Mamet’s train of thought is too bizarre!

Seeing Xaviera didn’t take out her bank card, Yigol sighed with relief.

Caleb’s woman is still bearable, not being tempted by money, much better than he initially thought.

But Xaviera was cursing in her heart: Has Yigol gone mad? Seek treatment if you’re sick!

Just as Xaviera was about to leave, she suddenly noticed that the clothes on Yigol looked familiar.

She had designed the clothes in her identity as Lohill, and it was one of the few men’s clothes.

Mr. Yigol Mamet said awkwardly, “Don’t get the wrong idea. I just want to try out the clothes you designed and see how good they are since you represent the entire Mamet family. ”

After saying this, Yigol’s face turned slightly red.

Xaviera suddenly remembered that day at Lowen Clubhouse when Steve Price brothers told her she is Lohill and then Mr. Yigol Mamet secretly bought her clothes.

Actually… the playboy Mr. Yigol Mamet was quite adorable in his own way.

Yigol pouted, “Just because I bought your clothes doesn’t mean I approve of you. I just want to see your capabilities and whether you’re as talented as everyone says! Are you not willing?”

“No…” Xaviera quickly denied.

At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind, “Xaviera, long time no see.” Xaviera shivered, and the person who had arrived was Moore Mamet.

Moore looked at Yigol with unfriendly eyes and snorted, “Who is this kid? Looks like a fool from a wealthy family!”

Yigol: ‘

Xaviera: ‘

What? How could Moore, who is also from the Mamet family, not recognize the beloved Yigol?

Moore stood next to Mag Evans, a talented woman and a playboy, a perfect match in appearance.

Moore’s mother stood beside him, her eyes filled with bitterness, staring at Xaviera.

Mag glanced at Yigol and Xaviera, a meaningful smile on her lips, “Sister, what a coincidence! I didn’t expect to see you here. Today is my engagement to Moore. Our families are here to settle the wedding date.” Xaviera looked up at her.

She was clinging tightly to Moore, as if she had no bones.

Xaviera was indifferent and casually said, “Congratulations! May you be of one heart and bear a son early.”

Mag showed a wronged expression, “Sister, are you still not willing to forgive me? You should be the one who hates me, but Moore loves me. Feelings can’t be forced; I hope you can let go of them and start anew!”

Xaviera was speechless; when did she have feelings for Moore?

She was just congratulating this dog couple on their engagement and hoped they would lock each other down and never harm anyone again.

Moore pressed his lips together, “Xaviera, though we were never together, I still consider you my sister. Don’t find men casually outside; you’ll regret it.”

Xaviera really didn’t want to bother with these two, but they kept approaching her.

“You two, don’t talk nonsense. I have nothing to do with either of you. Besides, which eye of yours saw me randomly picking up men?”

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Moore glanced at Yigol beside her, saying everything without words.

Moore’s mother was not easy to deal with, speaking sarcastically: “You still have the nerve to say that! Once Moore gave up on you, you came here to eat with another man! How shameless!”

She turned to look at Yigol: “Pretty boy, are you Xaviera’s lover? You don’t mind picking up my son’s leftovers?

Moore frowned, “Xaviera, don’t be foolish. Don’t find a random man just to spite me.”

Yigol looked puzzled, rubbing his hands together and asking, “Xaviera, who is this moron? Can I hit him?” Xaviera leisurely said, “Up to you..”