Xaviera Evans struggled to get up from Caleb Mamet's body, her face flushed red, and she viciously glared at Yigol Mamet. Was this guy asking for a beating again? How dare he tease her and Caleb?
On one side, Caleb Mamet got up and nonchalantly straightened his clothes. His face was calm, and there was no trace of embarrassment on his expression.
Yigol Mamet shakily pointed at Caleb Mamet and yelled, "Caleb, I never thought you would be this kind of person! This may be a private room, but how can you fool around like this? Do you have no self-control at all?"
At these words, there was a hushed silence in the room. Caleb still sat on the sofa with an unchanging expression. Yigol glanced at Caleb, noticing no sign of anger, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yigol." The next second, Caleb suddenly spoke, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. His soft and gentle voice rang out, "Don't you think you're talking too much? Say one more word and I'll sew your mouth shut."
