Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 150 She Is under the Control of Her Husband

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.

The words behind the photo were: "Go upstairs. I have something to tell you."

Lottie Green closed her eyes and a helpless smile appeared on her face.

When had a man as serious and cold as Ralph Chapman become so romantic?

She could even imagine how awkward and enjoyable the man was when he was writing after these

photos except for grading official documents.

She couldn't help laughing.

She put away the photo, tidied her hair, and went upstairs.

From the stairs, the way upstairs was covered with red rose petals.

She followed the direction of the roses and walked step by step to the bedroom upstairs.

Finally, the roses stopped on the bed in the bedroom.

The woman lay down on the bed like a stream.

She had been tired for a whole day. She really needed to lie down and rest.

"Hiss!"

As soon as she lay down, her head hit a hard object.

Her whole body was in great pain.

"Stupid."

A man's deep and doting voice came from behind her.

Lottie Green was startled and quickly got out of bed.

When she stood still on the ground, she found that there was another person lying on the bed!

Ralph Chapman sat up slowly from the bed. He looked at her helplessly and said, "Fabian Chapman

said that this is more romantic."

"I heard his nonsense and hid under the quilt to surprise you."

"In the end, I was almost killed by you."

Lottie Green rubbed her head and looked at him with grievance. "How would I know that you were

hiding under the quilt?"

"Does it hurt?"

The man sighed helplessly and waved at her. "Come here."

Lottie Green pursed her lips and walked over carefully.

Ralph Chapman stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms.

The man gently rubbed the top of her head with his big fingers. "Where did you hit?"

His gentle movements and gentle voice made her feel even more pain in the place where her head had

been hit.

She felt wronged. "Here."

His big hand was pulled by her and stopped at the back of her head. He gently rubbed it. "Are you

feeling better?"

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Lottie Green closed her eyes and enjoyed his service.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and asked, "It hurts so much. What did I just hit?"

The man did not stop massaging her head. "My head."

Lottie Green, "..."

She turned around to look at him. "Aren't you in pain?"

The man pulled her head back and continued to rub the back of her head. "It doesn't hurt."

"How can it not hurt if you lie?"

"Well, that's pain."

"Then massage yourself. Don't rub me all the time."

"No need."

The man's voice was still indifferent. "I'm smarter."

"As for you, you are very stupid."

"What if the collision becomes even more stupid?"

Lottie Green, "..."

This man was obviously concerned about her, but why did he make her angry?

Just as she was feeling indignant, all the lights in the room were turned off.

The projector projected images on the clean wall in front of him.

The video was a press conference.

The handsome man sat in the seat of honor and said calmly, "Lottie Green is my wife."

"I was the one who took the initiative to act as a stand-in for others in the video that everyone saw

today."

"I'm a strong possessive person. I can't stand other actors kissing my wife."

"I think many people online say that she's not good at kissing."

"As the only person who has experienced her kissing skills, I can tell you that her kissing skills are very

good."

"However, except for me, no one has the fortune to enjoy it. Even if it's a movie, it's not enough."

The man looked at the camera seriously and said, "So, I, Ralph Chapman, am here to declare that my

wife does not take a kissing scene with other actors, but it does not mean that she is incapable. It is

because she is under his husband control."

"But..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a male reporter stood up. "Mr. Chapman, don't you think that doing

this will affect her career?"

Ralph Chapman was calm. "I don't think so."

"Of course, even if it really has an impact, I can deal with it."

After that, the man glanced at the male reporter coldly, and his eyes were full of danger. "Is there

anything else?"