The Cat-Like Miss Preston: Mr. CEO begs for Reconciliation!-Chapter 133: Don’t You Want To?

Caleb Xavier’s aged face was still streaked with tears. His eyebrows furrowed as he exclaimed furiously, "I don’t care! I only agreed to you two because of Luna. Now that she’s gone, you must get a divorce!"

"We’re not getting a divorce," Donovan Xavier said. "What are you going to do about it?"

With that, he turned and left with the woman.

"Ungrateful child, stop right there!"

Caleb Xavier was filled with rage. A sharp pain seized his heart, and he stomped his feet in frustration.

This is a mess. Not only did I fail to keep Luna, but I let them get married. What am I going to do... If Rosalind finds out, she’ll be devastated. In my heart, only Rosalind is fit to be my granddaughter-in-law. No, I must find a way to separate them!

...

That night, under an enchanting moon, Donovan Xavier returned to The Xavier Residence with the woman.

Inside the room, Chloe Preston was on the bed, carefully undressing him to change his bandages.

Noticing her silence, Donovan Xavier moved closer and kissed her cheek. "You were so happy when we got our marriage license. Why the long face now?"

Chloe Preston’s eyes were downcast as she sighed softly. "Even though we’re married, your grandfather still doesn’t like me. He’ll never accept me."

Donovan Xavier pinched her cheek. "What does that matter? As long as I like you, that’s enough. To me, you’re the best in the world, Chloe."

"You’re building a life with me, not him. If he can’t accept you, that’s his loss. From now on, you don’t need to go back to the old residence. Just live here."

"The Xavier Residence is our home."

Chloe Preston leaned in, nuzzling his handsome face. "Donovan Xavier, thank you."

Thank you for loving her, for accepting her, for being so considerate. Thank you for your tenderness and for shouldering everything for her sake.

"’Thank you’?" Donovan Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Saying that to your own husband sounds a little distant."

Chloe Preston didn’t respond. She got up, grabbed her purse, and started rummaging through it.

"What are you doing?" Donovan Xavier asked curiously.

Chloe Preston walked back to him, a small smile playing on her beautiful face as she handed him a little box.

"For you."

Donovan Xavier took it but didn’t open it, a smirk gracing his lips. "A ring?"

Chloe Preston looked surprised. "How did you know?"

"A lucky guess," Donovan said. "I’ve been waiting for this ring for a long time. I was starting to think you’d forgotten."

"How could I?" Chloe Preston replied. "It was just finished a couple of days ago. I was waiting for the right moment to give it to you."

"Go on, open it. See if you like it."

Donovan Xavier smiled gently. "I’d love it even if you gave me a pull-tab from a soda can."

He opened the box, took out the ring, and examined it carefully under the light. "Hmm, not bad."

Chloe Preston moved closer and blinked. "Just ’not bad’?"

"It’s perfect." Donovan met her gaze, a smile playing on his lips as he handed the ring back to her. "Here, put it on for your husband."

Chloe Preston did as he asked.

"Now that you’re wearing my ring, you have to remember that you’re my man. There are a lot of temptations out there, so you can’t go chasing after any little vixens."

As she spoke, her soft lips brushed against his ear. She blew a warm breath against his skin before giving his earlobe a light bite. "Did you hear me?"

She was rarely this bold.

A doting smile lit up Donovan Xavier’s eyes. He hooked a hand around the back of her head and pecked her lips. "Mm. Mrs. Xavier, you can rest assured. With a fierce wife at home, I wouldn’t dare."

"Besides, having you, my little vixen, is more than enough for me."

"That’s more like it," Chloe Preston said.

"It’s late. Let’s get some sleep." As she spoke, she couldn’t help but yawn.

"Tired?"

"A little."

Donovan Xavier lowered his head, his lips trailing down to her collarbone. "Chloe Preston," he murmured, "we just got our marriage license today."

Chloe Preston didn’t struggle. "Mm-hm, so?"

Donovan Xavier leaned closer, his gaze growing intense and predatory. "This is our wedding night, after all. Are we really going to do nothing?"

Chloe Preston chuckled, her voice soft and gentle. "What do you want to do?"

Donovan Xavier kissed her cheek, a careless smile on his face. "What do you think?"

"Chloe... I want you."

His voice was deep and rich, like midnight whiskey—intoxicating, intense, and utterly alluring.

He raised a hand, his long, slender fingers combing through her silky hair as if toying with her.

Chloe Preston felt a warmth blossom inside her.

Donovan Xavier noticed the subtle shift in her body. Leaning into her ear with a smile, his warm breath tickling her skin, he whispered, "Feeling something, baby?"

Chloe Preston remained silent.

She reached out, her fingertips sliding down his chest, inch by inch, until they stopped right over his wound. Then, she poked.

Ouch!

Donovan Xavier frowned and hissed softly. "You don’t hold back, do you?"

"It’s to clear your head," Chloe said. "You’re injured. You can’t be reckless."

"Don’t you want to?"

"I do," she admitted. "But you still need to behave and get some sleep."