Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband novel Chapter 150

The man on the other end of the phone smiled faintly. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Lottie Green didn't expose him.

She changed into a comfortable position and leaned against the seat of the car. "I think many people on the Internet are praising you for matching me."

"Who do you think is so kind as to invest in the navy and buy a hot search for you and me?"

The man said in a low voice, "Is there such a good thing?"

"Maybe it's because we're a perfect match, so others may be touched."

Lottie Green, "..."

"Do you believe this reason yourself?"

"I believe you."

Ralph Chapman's lips curled up lightly. "Anyway, it's a good thing that no one has spoken ill of you."

"Take a good look at your play."

"Okay."

Lottie Green took a deep breath. "Forget it if you don't want to say it."

In fact, she was not stupid. She could guess the man's purpose.

After hanging up, Lottie Green closed her eyes.

She had always been unwilling to announce her marriage because she did not want others to think that she had climbed to her current position as Mr. Chapman.

But what happened today made her feel that it was not a bad thing to announce it.

At least, no one would use her feelings again.

In this way, could she focus on her work and ignore those messy rumors?

Perhaps it was because she had been too tired from the scene in the afternoon, so Lottie Green closed her eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

When she woke up again, the car had stopped at the door of the Chapmans' Villa.

The woman yawned and glanced at the scenery outside the window.

"Why are you home?"

Mr. Bane had stipulated that everyone had to live in the hotel reserved by the crew during the filming, so she naturally thought that the driver was sending her to the hotel.

In the end, he actually sent her directly back to the Chapmans' Villa?

"Mr. Chapman has asked for leave for you."

The driver sitting in the driver's seat answered respectfully, "You can stay in the hotel tonight."

Lottie Green furrowed her brows. She had just stayed in the hotel for a day and was asking for leave?

What the hell was going on?

However, she was not used to living in a hotel. She was happy to come back to accompany those two little guys.

With this in mind, the woman put on her coat and got out of the car.

There were no bodyguards at the gate of the villa.

Feeling that something was wrong, she took out the key and opened the door.

There was no one in the large villa.

When hanging up the coat, she found a card on the dressing rack.

The handwriting on the card was written: "Open the box on the tea table."

Lottie Green pursed her lips and walked to the tea table as she said, opening the pink and white box.

Inside the box was a photo of Lottie Green since she was a child.

There were 24 photos per year.

Behind each piece, there was a man's vigorous handwriting.

"You were a little ugly when you were a child."

"So you were so stupid when you were a child."

"Fortunately, I've grown up."

In front and behind almost every photo, he was ruthlessly complaining.

Until-

Until she was 18 years old.

The following words were: "If only I knew you this year."

Lottie Green's hand, which was holding onto the photo, trembled slightly.

The year she was eighteen was the darkest year of her life.

That year, she realized that she was not the biological daughter of the Green family.

That year, she was coaxed by Isobel Mitchell and made money for Luke Berry's future.

Now, a man told her that if only he knew her when she was 18 years old.

Lottie Green closed her eyes, tears silently sliding down her cheeks.

Even she herself did not know why she was crying.

If she had known Ralph Chapman at the age of eighteen, would she not be like this now?

The woman sniffed and continued to look at the next photo.

"A lot more haggard."

"I feel sorry for you."

"You won't always be a stunt-in."

"Hold on a little longer. We'll meet soon."

The last photo was of her attending the awards ceremony not long ago.