Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband

Chapter 374: 374: Who Says Mr. Mamet Isn’t Romantic?

“I… I asked you to buy that…”

“Helping you with a small favor, what’s there to be unhappy about?” Caleb Mamet said casually: “But there’s one thing I don’t understand.”

Xaviera looked up: “Hmm?”

“When you were feeling unwell and went to the bathroom, you should know that your period had come. Why didn’t you tell me in time?” Caleb Mamet asked.

Xaviera’s face turned red, struggling to speak: “I-I was thinking of other ways, I didn’t want to bother you.”

The man turned his face away without a trace, “Call me in time if something like this happens again.”

His face color was somewhat unnatural, and his ears were tinged with a blush, “We are husband and wife, you don’t have to be embarrassed, I will help you, and I won’t be unhappy.”

Xaviera mumbled to herself: “But I asked you to buy that, you… ”

“We are both adults and husband and wife, there’s nothing to avoid. Besides, menstruation is a normal physiological phenomenon for women. I don’t think helping you buy pads is a shameful thing. I can satisfy you with anything you need.”

Caleb Mamet glanced at his watch and said lightly: “It’s getting late. You should rest early.”

Xaviera’s lips trembled slightly, feeling deeply moved in her heart.

Who said that Mr. Mamet is not romantic? These few simple sentences are enough to make a woman fall for him, not to mention him having such a handsome face and being so affectionate, no woman could resist!

Many domineering men look down on buying pads for women and even think that women on their periods are dirty. But Caleb Mamet is different; he thinks everything is normal and also thoughtfully prepared warm milk, gently telling her to rest well.

Xaviera came back to her senses from her touching thoughts, was about to go back to the room when she saw a vacant room next door with the door slightly ajar, containing several large boxes.

She looked at the words on the boxes, was silent for a moment, and suddenly widened her eyes.

Damn! Didn’t Caleb Mamet bring back all the pads from the supermarket?

The next day.

Caleb Mamet was sitting on the sofa reading documents related to the bidding.

Everyone in Libanan knew that the ownership of this land could only belong to Caleb Mamet or Boyd Drew. According to professional estimates, the development of this land would bring huge profits, so the starting price was as high as 2 billion dollars.

Steve Price handed the well-prepared materials to Caleb Mamet, curiously asking: “Mr. Mamet, when I came out of Lowen Clubhouse this morning, I found a room with several boxes in it, what’s inside them?”

Without thinking, Caleb blurted out: “Pads.”

Steve Price: “?”

He asked in horror: “What? All those boxes are filled with pads? Mr. Mamet, when did our company start this kind of business? Are you going to sell pads?”

Caleb Mamet frowned and said impatiently: “I bought them at the supermarket.”

Steve Price was dumbfounded.

Did he hear that right? Why did Mr. Mamet buy so many pads?

Since his salary had been deducted to the grave, Steve Price also had no scruples and immediately asked in a cheap manner: “Mr. Mamet, are you…waterlogged in the brain?”

In fact, the finance manager knew that although Mr. Mamet said he would deduct Assistant Price’s salary, he had never really done it, which led to Steve Price being so rampant.

Caleb Mamet paused, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Steve Price had a sinking feeling in his heart, couldn’t help but take a step back, “M-Mr. Mamet, I didn’t mean that, I was just wondering, why did you buy so many pads? Are they all for your wife?”

Taking a deep breath, Caleb Mamet felt agitated and suddenly kind of regretted appointing Steve Price as his assistant.

He snorted coldly: “They’re for you!”

Steve Price opened his mouth wide: “…”

“Mr. Mamet… Please spare me, I don’t need… pads!”

After a while, Sean Price came in and saw the tearful Steve Price, but he didn’t care and respectfully reported: “Mr. Mamet, Boyd Drew has raised his price to three billion dollars.”