Chapter 348: Female Neighbors

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

That girl could hardly believe Finn Taylor’s words.

Her name was Josie Meyer; she was beautiful and had a nice voice. She had been surrounded by countless men since her childhood, and they had never once rejected any of her requests. Yet, this man was now telling her that he had no obligation to hold her bags!

“What are you saying? Are you not a man? You’re stronger than me. Will you die helping me with my bag?”

Afraid that they would start a fight, Michelle Yeller walked up to her friend and picked up the latter’s bag. “Forget it. I’ll take it.”

“Why should you take it? He’s a man, so shouldn’t it be his responsibility to hold things for us? In fact, it’s his honor to help us.”

Finn Taylor sneered when he heard that.

“Nonsense,” he spat out. Ignoring that unreasonable young girl, he then turned toward Number Six Wolke Gardens. “Let’s go.”

Michelle Yeller slung a bag over her shoulders while dragging another as she chased after the man.

Although Josie Meyer was annoyed, she had no other choice but to follow after her friend.

When they arrived at the building, Finn Taylor asked, “Which floor are you on?”

Before Michelle Yeller could say anything, her friend cut in. “What, why do you want to know where we live?”

Finn Taylor merely sneered coldly before placing the bag down and heading into the elevator, pressing the button for the ninth floor.

Seeing that the man had just abandoned them, Josie Meyer was furious and rushed up to reason it out with the former, leaving her friend to struggle with bringing the baggage into the elevator.

Upon realizing that Finn Taylor was headed for the ninth floor, she yelled out, “I knew it—you’re a b*stard! How did you know where we live?”

Finn Taylor took his key out from his pocket. “Not all men are bad. I live on the ninth floor too.”

By then, Michelle Yeller had moved all of their luggage into the elevator and was shocked to hear Finn Taylor’s words. “Oh, so you live on the ninth floor too! I guess we’re neighbors then. How coincidental!”

Finn Taylor took a liking to Michelle Yeller. She was polite and worlds apart from her friend standing next to her.

When the elevator opened on the ninth floor, Finn Taylor helped the young girl with her luggage. Of course, he didn’t spare her friend’s luggage a glance.

Michelle Yeller then opened her door and invited the man in. “Why don’t you come in for a drink?”

Finn Taylor politely refused, not wanting to hear any nonsense from her friend. Following that, he returned to his own apartment.

It was truly a coincidence.

When the two friends entered their apartment and closed their door, Josie Meyer started chiding the other like an elder sister. “Michelle, don’t you think you’re too gullible? Do you know that man? How could you tell him your name and where you live?”

“But he doesn’t look like a bad man.”

“Will bad men tell the whole world that they’re bad? I’m telling you that men are always after one thing—your beauty.”

Josie Meyer was convinced that all men were bad, but her friend didn’t agree. However, there was no way of convincing the former.

“Go unpack. I’ll go get some necessities.” Not wanting to get into an argument, Michelle Yeller found an excuse to get out of the house.

She had no sooner stepped out of the house than she bumped into her neighbor.

“Oh, you’re heading out too?” Finn Taylor hadn’t expected the young girl to be heading out at the same time. He quickly explained, “I just moved in, so I’m going to get some daily necessities.”

“Pfft!” Michelle Yeller suppressed her laughter. “Me too! Why don’t we go together?”

It was such a coincidence that they had moved in on the same day to the same neighborhood, were even neighbors, and were even heading out to purchase necessities at the same time!

Such coincidences would probably only happen in novels!

As they headed downstairs, Michelle Yeller tried to speak up for her friend. “My friend’s name is Josie Meyer. She doesn’t have any ill intentions; she’s just wary of men. Oh, I don’t even know your name yet and haven’t thanked you for your help earlier.”

“T-Timothy Taylor.” Finn Taylor didn’t know why he chose to introduce himself with that name. Perhaps it was because he felt that Finn Taylor belonged to his wife.

Now that he had gotten a divorce from her, he didn’t want others to know him as Finn Taylor.

“Timothy Taylor—that sounds grand. The supermarket is right ahead; let’s go.”

As the duo headed to the cashier to pay, Michelle Yeller insisted on paying for Finn Taylor’s items as a form of gratitude. Although the latter tried to refuse, the young girl insisted. Due to this, he could only accept it with thanks.

After returning home, Finn Taylor was going to get his frozen lasagna out when he remembered that the young girls had just moved in and probably didn’t have much to cook either. Thus, he made a little more to send over.

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When Michelle Yeller returned home, she told her friend what had happened. “When I went out, I bumped into him. His name is Timothy Taylor. I told you that he doesn’t have any ill intentions. He showed us the way here and even helped us with our bags. I think he’s not a bad man. Don’t think of everyone as bad people.”

However, her friend didn’t take this well. “What? You bumped into him again? I’m telling you that he probably harbors ill intentions.”

“No, we really bumped into each other. He just moved here and needed to buy some daily necessities.”

The more Josie Meyer heard her explanation, the more amiss things seemed. “It can’t be that coincidental. Do you think he’s already set his target on us?”

Knock knock!

Just then, the two girls heard knocks on their door.

Josie Meyer grew even more anxious.

The young girls knew nobody around the area, so logically speaking, nobody would knock on their door—except for that evil man.

Josie Meyer rushed to the door and glanced out of the peephole.

Just as expected, it was that man.

“Who’s that?”

“Me.”

“Why are you here? Didn’t you say that you weren’t going to come in? You’re a man, so what are you trying to do by coming into our house?”

Finn Taylor didn’t know what to say. “Michelle, are you there? I made some lasagna. Why don’t you open the door.”

Michelle Yeller was about to open the door, but her friend stopped her. “Don’t you dare open it. Who knows if he’s a good guy?”

“Josie, there aren’t so many bad men in the world.” With that, she opened the door.

Her friend picked up the broom and glanced out of the door.. It was only when she realized that Finn Taylor was indeed only carrying a tray of lasagna did she place the broom back in its original position.