Caleb Mamet's thin lips tightened, and he lifted his leg to leave.
If Xaviera said the name of that man, he wouldn't be able to control himself and would kill him.
Xaviera was taken aback, not expecting Caleb to have such a temper, like a sulking wife.
She quickly got up and chased after him, "Caleb, you really don't know?"
"Don't you even want to know which brother I like the most?"
The man furrowed his brows, and his breath gradually grew heavier.
Although they had met ten years ago, they had always stayed in touch through the internet and had never met in person. Whenever she faced difficulties, he couldn't be by her side.
Those brothers, on the other hand, had always accompanied her, and they were all very kind to her.
Caleb didn't know who she liked the most, but he would be jealous of anyone, nonetheless.
The man closed his eyes, his voice indifferent: "Which brother you like the most has nothing to do with me."
Xaviera looked innocent.