Lottie made four dishes and a soup.

Ralph set up a small table on the wooden board of the owner. They started their open-air dinner in front of the small house.

The landlord's daughter Candy had been eating with Lottie.

Lottie liked the little girl very much, so she played with her and served her food.

It was not until her mother called her back to sleep that the little girl reluctantly left.

After Candy had left, Lorry couldn't help sighing with emotion. "Lottie, you really need a daughter."

"Even though Candy isn't your biological daughter, you like her so much. If you have your own daughter, she would be much favored by you."

Lottie shrugged. "I do like a daughter very much."

After saying that, she felt a burning gaze on her.

Her face instantly turned red!

She remembered that she had... She had promised Elijah and Fabian that she would have a daughter with Ralph...

She said that she liked a daughter. Did it mean that she was giving Ralph a hint?

Thinking of that, Lottie couldn't help but tremble slightly. ...

She could even imagine what would happen after they returned to the room...

The more she thought about it, the redder her face became.

The redder her face was, the more she couldn't help thinking about it.

Fortunately, it was dark and Lorry did not stare at her.

Otherwise, it would be so humiliating!

"What are you eating here?"

Just as they were eating happily, a cold and deep voice sounded.

Alfred was coming.

He walked over. When he saw Ralph, there was a flash of shock in his eyes, and then he understood.

Alfred sat down leisurely beside Lorry with a smile. "Mr. Chapman is right. Lottie is a henpecked wife."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Chapman, who has been pampered since you was a child, would come to such a shabby village."

After saying that, he glanced at Ralph coldly. "Mr. Chapman, are you used to living here?"

"The bed here is not soft and the environment is not good. Why do you make things difficult for yourself, Mr. Chapman?"

Ralph narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled. "Hasn't Mr. Barton, who has been spoiled since you was a child, also come?"

"I can't be regarded as having a comfortable life. After all, my father doesn't really spoil me and doesn't care much about me.copy right hot novel pub