My Domineering CEO Husband

Lottie and the “master” actually chatted with each other for the whole afternoon.

It wasn’t because they had a lot of common topics, but because that man replied… too slowly!

Every time she sent a message, Lottie only got a reply when she was about to fall asleep.

She thought about it and figured that the person from Thunder Pictures Entertainment wasn’t a young man.

He was probably around 50 years old.

Otherwise, there was no other explanation for his slow reaction and typing speed.

And hence she started to refer to him politely when they chatted by using “dear you” instead.

“So, ‘dear you’ means ‘like you’.”

In Chapmans’ Villa in Rexwell, Fabian was surveilling his father’s phone through a computer. He advised his father nonchalantly, “Daddy, you are out of fashion. She is pleasing you!”

Ralph paused, and he also started to reply to Lottie intimately.

Lottie was frightened when she received the reply. How could an older person call her so intimately?

“You don’t have to be like this to me.”

She chatted with him briefly and set up an audition date with him. She then said goodbye.

She let out a sigh of relief when she put down her phone.

For some reason, she thought that the person chatting with her was… a bit weird.

By the time she put down her phone, it was already dark outside.

Connie who stayed in the room all day suggested going downstairs to get some food.

They decided to go to the electronic music festival at night. They wanted to eat now so that they could go early and get two good seats.

Lottie stood up from the sofa and stretched. She freshened up and went out with Connie.

Connie told Lottie to knock on Ralph’s door when they passed by his room, “He went to the water park to look for you because he didn’t see you yesterday. You should also invite him for dinner today.”

Lottie hesitated, but she knocked on the door finally.

She didn’t really want Connie to have dinner with Ralph.

Ralph was a cold person. He was sometimes gentle towards her but was normally cold towards others.

Lottie was worried that Connie would feel uncomfortable.

But she had to knock on the door since Connie told her to.

Shortly after, someone opened the door.

The tall man stood in front of the door, “What is up?”

“Well.”

Lottie looked up and met his deep eyes, “Do you want to have dinner with us?”

The cool and imperious Ralph frowned and paused slightly, and then he nodded.

Connie almost jumped out of excitement!

She could finally dine with Ralph!

She then excitedly thought that Ralph would never want to dine at their favorite small restaurant.

He would probably bring them to a high-class restaurant.

And he would definitely pay for the meal!

Connie felt happy as soon as she thought about it.

She never went to the restaurants where the celebrities often gathered!

“What do you want to eat?”

Ralph looked straight ahead as he asked nonchalantly in the elevator.

Lottie paused and looked at him, “What do you want to eat?”

Ralph said quietly, “Whatever. Let’s just eat what you guys normally eat.”

Connie quickly hinted at Lottie.

She wanted Lottie to get her signals so that they could go to a high-class restaurant.

But Lottie misunderstood her signals.

She smiled, “Well, let’s go to a roadside restaurant then.”

Connie was stunned.

What did Lottie say?

It was even not suitable for a person like Ralph!

Why didn’t they go to a high-class restaurant?

Connie tried hard to hint at Lottie with her eyes, hoping that Lottie would change her mind.

But Lottie smiled and said, “Connie said dinner is on her tonight.”

Connie was speechless.

She didn’t say that!

Ralph turned his head and glanced at Connie. He smiled as he said, “Thank you in advance, Miss Houghton.”

“You’re welcome. It’s not a big cost.”

They left the hotel and went to a roadside restaurant.

Ralph was in a black suit, looking proud and apathetic. He stood out like a sore thumb.

But the disparity between him and the restaurant made the scene looked oddly fascinating.

He was fiddling with his phone lazily and elegantly, making people who walked by turn to look at him.

Lottie also couldn’t help looking at him.

The waiter brought the menu over.

Lottie was about to order something when her phone rang. It was a message from the person she chatted with afternoon, “Have you had your dinner yet?”

Lottie pursed her lips and quickly replied, “I’m about to eat.”

“How about you?”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“I’m ordering food right now.”

“Such a coincidence. I’m also ordering food right now.”

“Lottie, stop playing with your phone.”

Connie who sat next to Lottie said generously, “My treat. Just order anything you like!”

Lottie quickly put down her phone and grabbed the menu. But then her phone rang again.

She picked up the phone again and replied.

Connie pursed her lips, “Who is that? Is that more important than eating?”

“It is the master I chatted with before.”

Lottie softly rubbed her temples. She replied as she complained, “He is quite stern when he is talking about work with me this afternoon.”

“But then now he is asking me what I am eating for dinner.”

Lottie subconsciously glanced at Ralph who was fiddling with his phone seriously.

Connie figured that he wasn’t paying attention to them. She lowered her voice and whispered to Lottie, “Is he flirting with you?”

“That’s possible…”

Lottie grimaced.

Otherwise, why would a 50-year-old man chat with her while having dinner?

“But he is out of luck.”

Lottie pursed her lips, “I will rather give up the role than give him a chance.”

After that, she took out her phone and typed, “Dear master, let’s talk later. I’m having dinner with my husband right now.”

“My husband is very possessive, and he doesn’t like me playing with my phone during dinner.”

“Let’s talk next time!”

She then put down her phone. She turned around and ordered some dishes earnestly with Connie.

While ordering, the master stopped sending her messages.

Lottie was about to put down the pen she was using to order food, and then her phone rang again. It was him again.

“Are you married?”

“Yes, I’m married.”

“How’s your relationship with your husband?”

“Great, very great!”

Lottie gritted her teeth. She looked up and glanced at Ralph who was just sitting there fiddling with his phone seriously.

“My husband loves me so much. He will feel sad if he doesn’t see me for a day. Not only he’s possessive, but he’s also extremely clingy. He wants to be with me all the time and even wants me to feed him food…”

Lottie exaggerated her relationship with Ralph to prevent “the master” from having hopes about her.

Ralph was amused.

His wife was more interesting than he thought.

Not long after, the dishes were ready.

Ralph put away his phone elegantly. Like the gentleman he was, he took a piece of sparerib and put it somewhere close to Lottie’s mouth, “I’m feeding you, right?”