Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 647 A Good Neighbor

Ian looked at the woman for a while with an inexplicable expression in his eyes.

Sweat appeared on Harleen's forehead and she looked piteously at Ian.

She put her palms together as if saying, "Please."

"If you want to send someone to the hospital, you can call an ambulance."

Harleen looked at Ian in surprise and spoke after a while, "The... the ambulance came too slowly. I'm

afraid..."

"Then you can call property management. They are on duty 24/7."

"But..."

Ian frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Anything else?"

“Don't you have any sympathy? Anyone will help in such a situation, right? I..."

Ian sneered as he glanced coldly at Harleen.

"Anyone but me." As he finished speaking, he slammed the door shut, completely ignoring Harleen.

Harleen was stunned. She swung her fists at the door in the air, gritting her teeth in anger.

"How could you behave like this! You’re absolutely unreasonable!"

Ian was very stubborn. If she continued to pester him, it would only make things worse for her.

Ever since Harleen suffered a setback at the hands of Ralph, she had understood one thing.

She couldn't confront such a man head-on. She had to be smart.

Harleen did not stay there. She went back to her apartment and got her keys and bag and hurried

downstairs. She was not lying. Downstairs, Mrs. Green had indeed tripped and called Harleen for help. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

She had wanted to take this opportunity to get in touch with Ian, but she had not expected him to be so

aloof. She had to give up this opportunity and plan to find another one.

Mrs. Green was not young, nor was she lightweight.

Harleen attempted to carry her on her back but to no avail. In the end, she had no choice but to call the

property company.

Before the property company sent their staff, Mrs. Green called for an ambulance.

The staff of the property company came, and so the ambulance did.

The sound of an ambulance was heard in the neighborhood. It was quite a ruckus. After a while,

someone in the owner's chat group started to talk about it. Some texted that Harleen accompanied

Mrs. Green in the ambulance. She was so kind.

Not long after, some people began to leave comments and praise Harleen, saying that this girl was

truly warmhearted.

After taking a shower, Ian heard the siren of the ambulance downstairs.

He walked to the window as he was drying his hair, looking downstairs.

He happened to see the medical staff take Mrs. Green to the ambulance, and then a familiar figure

follow her into the ambulance.

He sneered, without any other expression on his face.

The phone on the coffee table kept vibrating. He walked over and unlocked it.

It was a message from Ralph, asking if he had arrived home and eaten something.

He had thrown away the thermos container so he had to buy another one and return it one day. He

didn't want to eat Lottie's cooking, but he had to pretend to be a good brother.

A good brother shouldn't waste his sister-in-law's efforts for no reason, right?

Ian texted back to Ralph, saying that he was already home. He also thanked Lottie and said that the

food she made was delicious and the stew was particularly nice.

Ralph replied after a while, saying that it was good that he liked it.

Then, he didn't mention anything about inviting him to his home again. He might be busy.

Ian replied with a smiley face and then opened his contacts list to see who else had sent him

messages. As expected, except for a few push ads, no one contacted him.

In the midst of all these notifications, a chat group that was muted by him ran on top of the chat box.

Ian found that it was the chat group of the property owners. Probably when he moved into this

neighborhood, the staff of the property company added him to the group.

Just as he was about to quit the owner's group, he saw the administrator issue a notice.

Because of the incident with Mrs. Green, the property company was worried. They claimed that they

were a friendly community and that they would help in times when someone was in trouble.

The property company asked the owners who lived alone to register and leave an emergency contact

so that they could get help ASAP in case something happened again. They stressed that students or

adults could also get registered as long as they lived alone.

As the saying goes, a good neighbor is better than a brother far off. If necessary, neighbors would help.

The group was full of praises saying that this was a good method.

Even though the apartment building was quiet, the chatting in the group was in full swing.

For some reason, Ian did not exit the chat group in the end. He then threw his phone aside.

He had thought that Harleen was not a liar. There might be a pitiful old man downstairs waiting for help.

But so what?

Even the one sleeping beside him might be a swindler. What did the life and death of several neighbors

have to do with him?

Thinking of this, Ian felt more and more at ease.

He threw the hair towel on the sofa and opened his wine cabinet, from which he took out a bottle of red

wine.

He turned on the TV and switched it to the animal channel. He watched TV while drinking. In the end,

he slept on the sofa for the night because he was drunk.

...

Ralph put away his phone and turned back to look at Lottie, who was doing the dishes.

"Shove them into the dishwasher. You don't have to do them yourself."

Lottie shook her head. "Not that many chores. I can handle it."

Since she insisted, Ralph had to take it over himself. "Then let me do the dishes."

"It’s okay. Just go on with your work." Lottie smiled as she asked, "By the way, is Ian home yet? Where

is he staying now? Is he in a hotel?"

Ralph shook his head. "He's home now. He's living in an apartment in the east of the city. He bought

the apartment with his savings. It's a middle- and high-end neighborhood."

"Isn't he willing to move to live with us? How is the security over there?"

Ralph shook his head. "I mentioned it to him before. He said that he didn't want to disturb us, but I

guess his self-esteem won't allow it."

"We're all one family, there's no need to have all these things so clear."

Ralph smiled and brushed her nose with his foamy hand, his eyes filled with doting affection.

"If everyone thinks like you, then this world would be too beautiful."

Lottie wrinkled her little nose and wiped the foam with a tissue.

She did not understand what Ralph meant. She told him, "If you want to do the dishes, do them

properly."

Ralph could not help laughing. "Yes, madam."

As soon as they finished doing dishes, Connie came to say goodbye. She had finished lunch.

"Are you leaving?"

"I've just made an appointment with Javion to talk about some of the supporting actresses. I want to

find out whether we can shoot the play in different groups."

Connie had taken Ian's words seriously.

Whether they were the supporting actresses who kicked Lottie and Natalia on the Internet while they

were down, or Rubby, who had once tried every way to embarrass them, since she couldn't replace

them, she would find a way to get them into another group.

With less time to work together, they would have fewer opportunities to make trouble.

To a certain extent, it could also guarantee the safety of Lottie and Natalia”.

Of course, she also wanted Ian to realize that she herself, as an agent, was not useless.