CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Chapter 149

After this search, Xavier found that there were many similar problems on the Internet.

The following comments were basically like this:

“How long has the blogger been kneeling and calling him daddy?”

“Impossible, you didn’t even ask him to kneel before you knelt down.”

“Naive.”

“There was once a person who asked this question, and then he died.”

What kind of comments were these?

Xavier looked at many similar posts and found that they were basically all these comments.

There was also the owner of the post who sent this kind of question to give feedback on the follow-up situation. There was only one sentence, “It’s good to be a son, QAQ!”

Xavier threw his phone to the side and sat down to start processing the documents.

He could not beat Emmett, and he was also in despair.

…

Emmett spent twenty minutes on the flying car to get home.

Alyssa had chased the makeup artists away, but they were not willing to leave.

She could only ask someone to treat them to tea in the living room, while she herself went to the kitchen to slowly prepare dinner.

When Emmett came back, they had already had a stomach full of tea. When they saw Emmett again, they seemed to see their savior, “Young Master Lawrence!”

Emmett glanced at them and asked the bodyguard beside him, “Where’s Young Madame?”

“In the kitchen.” The bodyguard pointed at the kitchen.

Alyssa was looking at the menu. She had been thinking about a few new dishes recently. Tonight, she planned to make one to taste.

Just as she was flipping through the menu, she heard steady footsteps outside the door.

What was strange was that when she heard the footsteps, she knew that Emmett was back.

She pretended not to notice and continued to focus on her menu.

Emmett walked over and saw the menu in her hand from behind. When he saw the name on the menu, he slightly raised his eyebrows and said, “Bitter Gourd Brew Muse?”

“You’re back.” Alyssa did not even turn her head back and spoke. She appeared very cold.

Emmett took the book out of her hand and held it high with his height advantage. Alyssa turned around and tried to stand on her tiptoes to get the book. She was much shorter than him and could not touch the book at all.

Alyssa had a stomach full of anger and now she was even angrier.

She angrily kicked Emmett’s leg. “Give me back the recipe!”

“The recipe is more attractive than me?” Emmett raised his eyebrows. His tone was serious.

Alyssa raised her chin and glared at him. “Yes, I’m annoyed to see you.”

Emmett did not get angry but laughed instead. He put the menu aside and lowered his head to lightly peck Alyssa’s lips. He hugged her before she could react.

He whispered in her ear, “Didn’t you want to help me? I have to ask the help of my dear wife for this dinner party.”

His voice was low and pleasant to hear. Furthermore, he had deliberately suppressed his voice. This way, the “wife” would sound a little more gentle than a drowning person.

Alyssa felt her ears itch. She wanted to reach out and scratch her ears, but Emmett seemed to have guessed that she would do so. He quietly held her hand and gently kissed her ear. “Are you going to dinner party?”

Alyssa was so itchy that she shrunk her neck and said loudly, “I’ll go, alright?”

“Thank you for your hard work.” Only then did Emmett let her go.

Alyssa’s ears were already red. Emmett could not help but reach out to pinch her again.

Alyssa was a little angry from embarrassment and slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me. I’m going to try my dress.”

Emmett did not say anything. He just looked at her and smiled.

seemed to have found another

Stop laughing!” Alyssa rudely pushed her away and went

a row, she finally tried one that

good. But she felt that Alyssa could try something

sitting in front of the mirror and being tormented

beauty card

was also a bit like that he was trying to

and gloomy face, it seemed like he was trying to flirt with her. Earlier, when he hugged her and called her “wife,” he was

man like Emmett acted coquettishly, a woman’s

…

was finally done with by the

“Young Madame is so beautiful. Go downstairs

looked into the

was red, which made her white

there was a small strand of curly hair. The long straight hair at the back of her head was also made into a big roll. Together with the bright

was also a little surprised when she

it was not much different from

with high heels. Alyssa had not worn high heels in the

in the hall the whole time. When he heard the

was very beautiful like this.

before he looked away. He walked

nodded. “Yes, I did not wear high heels much

high heels for her. With her 1.67 meters tall naked body, she was now 1.75 meters

difference between the two of them was usually more than 20 centimeters. Now that Alyssa wore high heels, the difference in height between her and Emmett was not

when she compared her

head and asked the stylist who was following behind her, “Change her shoes. Don’t use

a little embarrassed. “But if she doesn’t wear high

expressionlessly, “Then we won’t go to

blankly, “Where are

heels. You are not

kind of

Lawrence’s thoughts had changed

it.” Alyssa walked around

was not like she did not wear it. When she

said, “Then change her clothes and

low voice. Alyssa was

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