Caleb Mamet glanced at her meaningfully, seeming to see through her thoughts, smiling ominously, "Mrs. Mamet, it's almost time for dinner, would you like a kiss?"
Xaviera Evans: "..." Help!
"Mrs. Mamet used to love kissing me before meals, even if you had to go to work, you'd specially run to the Mamet Corporation to claim a kiss, why don't you want one today?"
Xaviera's mouth twitched slightly, complaining in her heart: What a jerk! Why don't I want a kiss? You know, don't you? Pretending to ask!
But she couldn't just insult Caleb, so she advised him earnestly: "Caleb, you're usually so busy with work, how can you be bothered to cook dinner? Let me do it."
Caleb smiled slightly, "Since cooking is so hard, how can I let Mrs. Mamet do it?"
Xaviera's eyes filled with tears: "Caleb, you're a CEO who can make millions every minute, how can you cook? Can you stop cooking in the future, please?"
Caleb paused his movements, nodded, and said, "Alright."
