Caleb Mamet gently hooked his lips, moved closer to unbuckle her seat belt, his hand cradling the back of her head, a cool kiss on her forehead, his voice husky: "Xaviera, I am your husband."
Xaviera Evans looked up at him with some confusion.
"Your matters are my matters, but you always don't want to trouble me. It's said that relying on someone means that you trust them, so I hope you can rely on me." Caleb looked intently at her, saying each word slowly.
Xaviera also looked at him seriously, "Caleb, who told you that?"
"Was it Steve Price?" Xaviera twitched the corner of her mouth, "Can you stop listening to Steve Price's nonsense!"
Caleb: "..."
Xaviera's fingertip landed on his lips, gently caressing them, and she smiled, "It's not that I don't rely on you, but if you go, the Powell family will say that I'm taking advantage of my status to bully them!"
