Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 158 Isn't His Love Obvious Enough?

Suddenly, Lottie fell into a familiar arm.

She smiled, "It's a good dream."

She must be dreaming.

If it was not a dream, why would Ralph be here and hug her?

He should be busy with his work now.

He should be missing Yumi.

It was impossible for him to come here to find her.

Ralph sighed.

He glanced at everyone and said, "My wife is drunk."

"I take her home first."

After saying, he held Lottie. Just as he was about to leave, an arm blocked his way.

It was Alfred.

He leaned against the door and said, "Mr. Chapman, you can't take Lottie away."

"What's wrong?"

Ralph stared at Alfred, "It doesn't need your permission to take my wife home, right?"

"If you don't quarrel with Lottie, you don’t need my permission."

Alfred picked up the wine and took a sip. He said, "But now your relationship is not good."

"Lottie is drunk. If I allow you to take her away, I'm afraid that she will be angry with me when she

wakes up."

Alfred deliberately said that he was intimate to Lottie.

In fact, Lottie did not tell Alfred that she quarreled with Ralph, and she would also not be angry with

him.

Ralph smiled, "Well?"

"Why don't I know that I have a quarrel with my wife?"

Ralph and Alfred were both powerful.

The atmosphere was tense.

Lorry said, "Alfred."

"Lottie should not have a quarrel with Mr. Chapman."

"She just calls Mr. Chapman on the balcony."

"It seems that they don't have a quarrel."

Alfred smiled, "If they don't have a quarrel, why does Lottie drink directly after coming back from the

balcony?"

"She is not good at drinking, but she still drank crazily after she called Ralph. Can't this explain the

problem?"

Lorry was stunned.

It seemed reasonable.

She looked at Alfred and Ralph, and did not know how to persuade them.

Even though Lottie was drunk, she felt very uncomfortable for the oppressive atmosphere in the room.

She pulled Ralph's hand away and said, "I want to drink."

Lorry frowned and hurried to hold her.

Actors in the room whispered.

"Why does Alfred not allow Lottie's husband to take her home? Although they quarreled, they are

couple. Is there anyone more intimate than her husband for Lottie?"

"But Alfred's behavior is also reasonable. If your friend quarreled with her husband, you won't allow her

husband to take her away while she is drunk."

The discussion around became more and more fierce.

Lorry frowned and suddenly had an idea.

"Well. If Lottie sobers up, she can make decision, right?"

Lorry's words silenced the whole room.

Ralph smiled, "You are right."

He said to Sean who had been waiting at the door, "Prepare some hangover soup and hangover

medicine."

Sean nodded and turned to leave.

Ralph looked at Alfred, and said, "Mr. Barton."

"If Lottie sobers up and proves that we don't quarrel, will you apologize me?"

Alfred frowned and did not speak.

"I don't want to sober up!"

Lottie pulled Lorry away, and sat down on the sofa, "Let's drink."

She looked at Ralph and said, "Ralph, come and drink with me!"

Then, she glanced at Alfred Barton again. "Come with me!"

"We... won't return until we get drunk!"

Lorry frowned helplessly. "Lottie Green, you're drunk! Stop fooling around!"

Letting these two handsome men drink with her was something that she couldn't even say even if she

was drunk!

"Okay."

Alfred Barton's lips curled into a smile as he sat down next to Lottie Green.

Ralph Chapman also frowned and sat down on the other side of her.

"Let's... take a big risk!"

Lottie Green burped and poured wine for the two men beside her. She said, "Drink!"

Alfred Barton narrowed his eyes, picked up the wine cup on the tea table, and drank it up.

Ralph Chapman sneered and picked up his wine glass to drink.

One of the two men was cold and proud, while the other was and pure and elegant.

The two of them sat on both sides of Lottie Green. They kept drinking, one after another, causing

everyone around them to be dumbfounded.

Lorry quickly picked up her mobile phone and secretly recorded the scene.

Just as she was about to finish shooting another section, her cell phone rang in her pocket.

This was Lottie Green's phone which fell to the ground when she had helped Lottie Green up. Naturally,

she had put it into her pocket.

She had wanted to give it back to Lottie Green when she returned to her room, but she hadn't expected

it to ring in her pocket.

Lorry answered the phone.

It was Connie Houghton.

"Where's Lottie Green?"

Connie Houghton frowned as soon as she heard Lorry's voice. "Who are you?"

Lorry glanced at Lottie Green, who was still leaning against the sofa, watching the two men drink. She

quickly grabbed her phone and went to the balcony.

She briefly explained the current situation to Connie Houghton and even sent her a short video of

Ralph Chapman drinking with Alfred Barton.

Connie Houghton: "..."

"I'll be right there."

20 minutes later.

Sean Holland's sober-up soup and medicine came, and so did Connie Houghton, who was dusty.

The two men on the sofa had already drunk more than two bottles of red wine.

To everyone's surprise, the drinking capacity of these two people was surprisingly good.

Ordinary people couldn't find the directions after drinking a bottle of wine. Not only were they not drunk, NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

but they could also continue drinking.

Connie Houghton glanced at Lottie Green, who was sitting on the sofa persuading others to drink. She

quickly strode up and said, "Lottie, I'll take you back to your room."

Lottie Green curled her lips and pulled Connie Houghton's arm away. "I don't want to leave!"

"I want... I want to continue drinking!"

As she spoke, she picked up the bottle on the table and was about to pour it into her mouth.

Ralph Chapman quickly snatched the bottle of wine.

Alfred Barton took the opportunity to hide the rest of the wine on the table, he was afraid that she would

continue to snatch it.

"Stop drinking."

Connie Houghton pursed her lips. "Why are you so drunk?"

Lottie Green chuckled. "I'm not in a good mood. I just want to drink!"

Connie Houghton sighed and held Lottie Green's hand. "Why are you in a bad mood?"

The familiar temperature and tone of her best friend finally cleared Lottie Green's intoxicated head.

She looked up at Connie Houghton's face and almost cried with grievance. "I'm not in a good mood."

"Ralph Chapman doesn't like me."

In an instant, all eyes in the room were focused on Ralph Chapman.

Ralph Chapman: "..."

Wasn't his love obvious enough?