Hearing Yigol Mamet's words, Xaviera Evans' mouth twitched slightly. He bought so many risqué sleepwear, and yet he had the audacity to expect gratitude? Surely he was seeking thanks from Caleb Mamet!
"Yigol," Xaviera finally spoke up, "now I understand why you always got beaten up by Caleb when you were kids. And yet, you still managed to turn out fine."
Yigol looked at her curiously, "Why?"
"Because Caleb never bothers himself with idiots." Xaviera retorted through clenched teeth. Only an idiot like Yigol would purchase such intimating sleepwear for his sister-in-law, she thought.
When Caleb came downstairs after waking up, he saw both of them sitting on the couch, gossiping while holding some revealing fabric pieces. The sight of their intimate interaction dimmed his eyes instantly.
Yigol kept on, "Isn't there too little fabric? Caleb is injured. He hasn't healed yet, and this could stimulate him too much. His body has recovered, but he still can't move around too much!"