Cindy let out a soft chuckle after finishing her sentence. “I learned how to sew when I was a child, and
a lot of people praised me for having really compact stitches. They all said that I had the talent to
become a successful fashion designer someday. Tsk,” she muttered in a self-deprecating tone. “I had
internalized their words to a point where I actually thought that I would turn into a world-renowned
fashion designer one day. However, my present reality is simply too far away from my dreams.”
After hearing her words, Ian stared at her side profile for a while without saying anything. Once Cindy
was done tidying up, she washed her hands and stepped outside. “Okay. I’m all done. I’ll just need to
cook some vegetables later. Let’s watch some TV now.” Cindy couldn’t think of anything else to do
while spending time with Ian—she felt like watching TV was her only option.
Both of them returned to the couch, and Ian picked the TV controller up before flicking channels to put
on another horror movie. After contemplating for a moment, Cindy got up and walked to the kitchen,
then came back with two bottles of juice and two bags of chips. These were necessities that helped to
set the mood while they watched TV.
Ian didn’t enjoy eating snacks, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment when Cindy handed him a bag
of chips. However, he eventually took it from her. Cindy sat cross-legged on the couch as she spoke.
“Someone else recommended me to watch this movie. I heard that it gets really scary in the middle.”
When Ian turned around to look at Cindy, he was stunned by what he saw. Cindy looks exactly like
Sophia right now, especially the way she crosses her legs and hugs the bag of chips in front of her…
It’s exactly what the old Sophia would do.
When Cindy didn’t get a response from Ian, she instinctively turned to stare at him. She froze when her
eyes met his. His gaze is so intense. He already has nice facial features to begin with, and he looks
especially mesmerizing when he stares at me with such a sincere expression. For some reason, she
felt like she had lost her ability to speak at that moment. “W-What is it? I-Is there something on my
face?”
Ian immediately looked away—he realized how his actions might have been a little too abrupt and
inappropriate. “Nothing. It’s nothing at all.”
Cindy stuck her bottom lip out as she shifted her focus back to the TV. She was somewhat frustrated at
herself as she didn’t understand why her heart seemed to be racing and pounding against her chest. I
don’t like him, so I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous when he simply glanced at me. I don’t
understand this at all. I’m not someone who judges others by their looks so I don’t feel much when I
see men who are good-looking, but why do I feel so lost and helpless when he looks me in the eye?
The horror movie was starting, and an eerie theme song, the ones typically heard in such movies, filled
the room. Both Ian and Cindy wore rather similar looks on their faces. They appeared as if they were
paying attention to the movie, but there was a faraway look in both their eyes.
…
At the start of the month, Ian brought Cindy along with him to the company. He had received his
schedule for the whole of the following month. While Ian and Hannah discussed some work-related
matters in the office, Cindy excused herself to hang around at the lounge area. The area was empty at
first, so Cindy and the driver each found a spot for themselves. She pulled her phone out to scroll
through some gossip and news while the driver played a mobile game.
Just minutes later, someone else walked into the room—it was none other than Linda, one of the senior
artists working for the company. Cindy hastily got to her feet to greet Linda. The driver, on the other
hand, didn’t seem to be bothered. He was a middle-aged man, not an aspiring celebrity, so he saw no
point in building connections. The driver shifted his gaze back to his phone after stealing a brief glance
at Linda.
Typically, this wouldn’t be an issue. There were a good number of drivers who hung out in the
company, and most of them wouldn’t greet all the celebrities they saw. Most of these drivers were
middle-aged men, and they usually couldn’t tell the difference between the new and old artists in the
entertainment field.
In the past, the company’s artists seldom cared if the drivers greeted them. However, for some reason,
Linda lost her temper when she saw the driver ignoring her today. Without any warning, Linda threw the
items in her hand onto the table with a loud clang. “Where are your manners? Are you blind or mute?
Don’t you know how to greet someone?”
Cindy froze, taken aback by Linda’s sudden outburst. The driver only lifted his head to stare at Linda
then. “Are you talking about me?” he asked with a frown.
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