Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 643 I Can't Live without Lottie

"Why?" Ian frowned. He thought that would make Ralph happy.

"Ian, have you truly loved someone before?"

Ian's body stiffened slightly. This hit his sore spot. He used to work so hard, wanting to bring a rich life

to the woman he loved, and also wanted to make her life better. However, in the end, he discovered

that all of that were actually bubbles. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Yara was a swindler. She made Ian a chump whom no one wanted. Yara wouldn't even spare him a

second glance if it Ian wasn’t Ralph’s brother.

Ralph and Ian were both children of Aiden and Jenna, but he couldn’t compare to Ralph in all.

"Perhaps I did," Ian said vaguely.

However, Ralph fixed his eyes on Ian for a long time.

"Ian, a woman like Yara isn't worthy of your nostalgia. To be honest, I think you might not love Yara as

deeply as you imagine."

At that time, Ian was kind of in a rebound relationship. Yara was his lifeline. No one had ever cared

about or supported Ian like Yara. So, Ian might confuse this feeling with love.

"If you really like someone, you will have soft spots, but you will be happy." A smile flashed across

Ralph as he spoke. "You can do nothing about it to stop everything."

He patted Ian's shoulder and said with a smile, "I'm a little jealous of Alfred. They have a lot of time to

spend with Lottie, but I won't intervene in her work."

Hearing his words, Ian knew that he would not change his mind.

Ralph continued, "I love Lottie, so I can't become an obstacle to her career."

He wanted to support Lottie in pursuing her dreams and let her realize her life's goal.

Ian frowned as he spoke, "How could you be an obstacle to her career? You’ve earned her a lot of

privileges."

"Ian." Ralph's face fell and his tone grew harsher.

Ian paused and looked at Ralph.

"I hope that’s the last time I hear that. I do have some small achievements, but Lottie doesn't care

about it. She only loves me rather than my assets. And so do I.”

Ian didn't seem to agree with him, and he still wanted to persuade him.

Women changed. They said they loved one man while flirting with the other man. Ian had been there

before, so he didn’t want his brother to get heart-wrenching experience. Moreover, Ralph was his only

younger brother and the first person to be acknowledged by the Bartons.

"Ralph, I know things between you and Lottie go smooth, but life isn't a fairy tale. You should be

mentally prepared..."

Ralph suddenly smiled. "Life is indeed not a fairy tale, but I can create one for her."

"Ralph..."

"Lottie is a member of the Bells. In terms of family background, she is not inferior to me. Furthermore,

Lottie is so outstanding. She can live very well with her own strength."

Ralph dropped his gaze. "It's not that Lottie can't leave you. I can't leave her. If you really see me as

your family, then don't say anything bad about Lottie to me."

Ian got that stuffy feeling in his chest. "I'm not saying anything bad about Lottie... Forget it, I'm sorry. I

won’t do it again."

Halfway through his sentence, Ian simply apologized. He had just gotten closer to Ralph, and Ian

shouldn’t start a fight with him for a woman.

Ralph changed the topic and said, "Ian, you haven't tried Lottie’s food, have you?"

Ian shook his head. "That's good. You must have a surprise today."

Ian wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, he sighed helplessly and said, "Then I must try it

today."

Ralph smiled and they walked out of the study.

In the corridor downstairs, they heard the lively laughter in the living room.

They peered down from the corridor and saw Connie playing games with the children. The television

was playing cartoons, while Lottie was busy in the kitchen alone.

The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Seeing this, Ian was a little stunned.

It had been a long time since he had tasted a homely meal.

After going abroad, he spent most of his time socializing. He went to high-class restaurants and dealt

with every hypocritical customer. He drank more wine than he ate.

Most foreign cuisines were exquisite western cuisine that Ian didn't like at all.

Occasionally, when he went back to the Bartons for a meal, Aiden had persuaded him to learn more

from Ralph, or he had tested his abilities.

In such an atmosphere, it was extremely difficult for him to have a good meal.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts, Ralph reached out to push him.

"Ian, why are you in a daze? It's time to eat."

"Oh," Ian snapped back to reality and said embarrassedly, "Sorry."

"It's alright. Let's go down."

"Okay."

When they went downstairs, Lottie just happened to bring out a large bowl of soup from the kitchen.

The fragrance made Ian feel hungrier.

"Are you done talking? Go wash your hands and eat." Lottie said with a smile and a soft gaze.

She didn't ask what they talked about, just like how she never forced Ralph to quit his work for her.

Ralph stepped forward to take the bowl from Lottie's hand and said gently, "Why didn't you ask me for

help?"

"I can do it myself."

"No, it's too dangerous. What if you get scalded?"

"You’re overreacted."

"You are a superstar. If you are injured, I will be cursed by your fans."

"That's enough."

They bickered and went to the dining room.

Ian stood frozen behind them and silently looked at the scene.

At this time, Connie came out of the living room with the kids. When she saw the stunned Ian standing

on the stairs, she couldn't help greeting him curiously.

"Aren't you eating, Mr. Louis? Lottie's food is amazing!"

Ian paused for a moment, and nodded. "In a minute."

Connie brought the children to the dining room. Ian followed.

As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, they suddenly saw Stella rushing towards Ralph.

"Be careful!"

"Stella, be careful!"

The bowl of soup in Ralph's hand was knocked over by Stella.

As Ian was about to rush forward to save her, he saw Lottie taking Stella in her arms.

Ralph forcefully flipped the bowl inwards and the soup was all over him.

He hissed in pain. Lottie saw this and hurriedly pulled Ralph over.

"Are you alright?" She asked concernedly.