Part 3Saving the Villain... Twice

I transmigrated to this world five years ago.

At that time, Caleb had already become the tyrannical CEO feared by everyone in the capital.

The Little Caleb in front of me had the makings of a villain, but was clearly much greener.

He didn't believe me, even sneering:

"Married? Me and you?"

His gaze swept over me, his expression changing from unnatural to extremely unnatural.

Still not daring to look at the key areas, he forced an imposing air and snorted coldly:

"I'd rather die than marry a frivolous woman like you!"

Before he could finish, the door was violently kicked open.

A man who looked exactly like him strode into the room, a dark aura instantly filling the space.

It was the real Caleb.

System: "Crap, I forgot your husband is still here."

Surprised and delighted, I called out in my usual sweet, soft voice: "Hubby!"

Seventeen-year-old Caleb's ears turned red instantly. Blushing, he retorted impatiently in a low voice:

"I told you I'm not your hubby!"

"She was calling me."

Caleb picked me up with a dark face, his low, raspy voice wrapped in undeniable authority and unconcealable anger.

"Who called you? Flattering yourself."

In the shadows, his gaze clashed with the teenage Caleb's. Invisible sparks seemed to fly.

I obediently wrapped my legs around his waist, buried my face in his neck, and hooked my arms around him. But I could feel the two burning gazes clashing.

The smell of gunpowder in the air made breathing tense.

"Baby, go to the next room and put some clothes on."

Caleb patted my butt lightly, planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, then looked at Little Caleb with a flash of hostility in his eyes.

"Let's chat alone."