Chapter 288: Do You Want to Get Beaten Up?

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: Do You Want to Get Beaten Up?

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Yigol Mamet scratched his head and mumbled, “Caleb, why are you hiding from me? It seemed like I just saw a woman without any clothes on?”

Without clothes?

Caleb’s Adam’s apple moved.

Xaviera Evans was taken aback, suddenly realizing that the woman Yigol was talking about was herself.

She looked down at her swimsuit and exclaimed in a cracking voice, “This is called ‘no clothes?’”

Caleb: ‘

He once again draped a towel over Xaviera, making sure her body wasn’t exposed, and then he opened the door, grabbing Yigol’s collar.

Yigol still looked puzzled, and then he felt his neck tighten, and he was frightened and panicky.

“Bro, bro, what are you doing? I only saw Xaviera wearing a towel.”

He only saw the towel; that’s fine.

Yigol had wanted to go swimming at Lowen Clubhouse for a long time, but Caleb wouldn’t let him. This time he finally got the chance.

“Xaviera, do you want to swim?”

Caleb looked at him coldly.

Yigol: “We can go together and have a race. The loser has to fulfill a request for the winner. ”

Upon hearing about a competition, Xaviera became interested and wanted to go with Yigol.

Seeing her towel about to fall, Caleb quickly grabbed her and then looked at

Yigol. “Yigol, when’s your birthday?”

Yigol was startled for a moment and then smiled, “April 1st. You can’t remember, it’s April Fool’s Day! It’s still too early for my birthday, but you can prepare a gift in advance. I don’t have high demands, just buy me the latest sports car.”

Caleb: “I know it’s April 1st; I just wanted to remind you.”

Yigol looked contemptuous, “Are you sick? How could I forget my own birthday?”

From what Xaviera understood about Caleb, this bastard definitely had no good intentions.

Caleb snorted, “It seems you forgot. On your last birthday, I beat you up.”

“Oh, that thing. What’s the big deal…”

Yigol suddenly became as frightened as a startled bird. “Fine, you don’t have to agree to let me swim at your house, but why did you hit me? I’m your brother, aren’t you too cruel?”

Then Yigol dashed to the backyard like a whirlwind and jumped into the pool with a splash, laughing irritatingly.

Just try to beat me up if you can!

Yigol played in the water, then waved to Xaviera, “Xaviera! Come and race!”

Xaviera was eager to try even though her swimming skills were not as good as Yigol’s, but it was still enjoyable to play in the water.

She turned to look at Caleb and said, “Caleb, I’m going swimming!”

Caleb: ‘

If he had known in advance, he would have bought her a more conservative swimsuit. Who knew Yigol would come, wearing so little and going swimming with him?

Couldn’t she see that he was already unhappy?

She didn’t care about him at all!

Caleb felt miserable, seeing Xaviera and Yigol being close, talking about everything, his heart was extremely irritated, and he had a strong urge to hit someone.

The pool was not that big, and thinking about how close Xaviera and Yigol might get while swimming, Caleb’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

Caleb tightly held onto Xaviera, “No.”

Xaviera’s smile disappeared abruptly,

With a serious expression, Caleb directly dragged her away.

Seeing his determined attitude, Xaviera didn’t resist and went back to her room angrily, slamming the door shut.

Caleb looked at her sulking appearance and couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Butler.”

The butler came over, waiting for instructions.

“After Yigol leaves, clean up the pool.”

Xaviera couldn’t continue using it, as the pool water would definitely be dirty after Yigol had messed with it.

He continued, “Put two folding beds and sun umbrellas beside the pool, and put out a few more towels.”

Xaviera used to be so afraid of water, but now her eyes lit up when she heard the word ‘swimming.’—truly amazing.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom.

“I want to swim! We have a pool at home, but Caleb won’t let me! Irene, hurry up and check if Caleb has gone bankrupt, not even letting me play in the pool!”

Irene Hamer was having afternoon coffee outside, took a bite of cake, “Xaviera, what’s wrong?”