The Returning Ex

After saying that, Ian turned and looked in Cindy’s direction. Although he didn’t say anything, his meaning was already plain as
day.
Yulia lifted her head and glanced at Cindy. “Is she really your girlfriend? She looks... quite sweet,” she commented languidly, her
tone so placid that one couldn’t tell whether it was a compliment or an insult.
The corners of Ian’s mouth lifted. “She’s really a little girl who knows nothing, simple and plain.” After saying that, he shifted his
gaze back to her. “If there’s nothing else, Miss Noble, please excuse me.”
Yulia murmured an acquiescence. “Sure, go ahead.”
Inclining his head to her, Ian then walked toward Cindy. Cindy promptly put on a smile and feigned a honeyed expression. Going
over, Ian took the cosmetic box. “I’m done, so let’s go.”
Cindy followed him out of the room. When they reached the door, she couldn’t resist glancing over her shoulder at Yulia. At this
time, Yulia was looking at her camera with her head lowered, her expression having reverted to its initial chilliness. Swiftly
retracting her gaze, Cindy walked beside Ian. She was convinced that her intuition hadn’t steered her wrong. I don’t dare say
that Yulia likes Ian, but she at least has some feelings for him. Ah, an Adonis is truly entrancing!
When they went out and got into the car, Cindy and Ian went straight home. The photo shoot today is over, and it isn’t too late, so
we can have a good rest today!
The moment they arrived home, Cindy started on dinner, while Ian went to change. As the driver had already gone home and
wasn’t going to eat with them, Cindy only needed to cook for two, so it was less work for her. When Ian came out of his room, he
went to the sofa. Plopping down, he turned on the television.
After Cindy had cooked a dish, she turned around and peered out. Ian was reclining back against the sofa, but he wasn’t
watching television. Instead, he was looking at something on his cell phone, a faint smile tugging on his lips. This is quite a
beautiful picture. She giggled to herself. I wonder who’ll be so lucky to bag him in the future.
She was very quick to finish cooking. As soon as she was done, she removed the apron. Ian then voluntarily stood up and came
over to help carry the dishes out. Cindy, on the other hand, took their tableware out. “Is there anything you want to eat? You can
list them down. Otherwise, I don’t know what to cook either.”
“Sure. I’ll think about it tonight and give you the menu tomorrow,” Ian replied, truly going along with her suggestion.

Cindy grunted in assent. “That’s good. It’ll save me from having to rack my brains for different dishes every day.”
Ian sat down. “Everything you cook is pretty good, so it doesn’t matter even if you repeat the dishes.”
At this, Cindy was again surprised. He’s complimenting me! This is quite a feat since he’s usually very reserved. He never says
anything hurtful, yet he hardly compliments anyone. She smiled without saying anything.
The two of them then ate in silence. Thereafter, Ian got up and took their tableware to the kitchen. In the kitchen was a plate of
fruits which Cindy had just washed and cut, so he took it to the sofa. “I’ll buy a dishwasher back tomorrow. Then, you won’t need
to do the dishes by hand.”
Cindy had just rolled up her sleeves to do the dishes when she stilled upon hearing his remark. “It’s okay,” she declined. He has
paid me, so doing the dishes isn’t pro bono on my part. There’s no need for such fussiness.
Ian didn’t say anything further, eating fruits as he watched television. After Cindy was done straightening up the kitchen, she also
went and sat by the sofa. Ian didn’t return to his room, so the two of them sat there and watched a television series.
When the time grew late, Ian finally stood up and said to Cindy, “You should sleep earlier, too.”
Cindy nodded. “Okay.”
Actually, Ian was embarrassed to say that he could hear every single sound from outside if she didn’t go to sleep, and his mind
would even supply him with various images of her going about her business. It wasn’t that she was disturbing him, but he just
couldn’t help softening his breathing and perking his ears to the movements outside. He then went to the washroom and washed
up quickly before returning to his room.
Cindy contemplated for a moment and decided not to take a shower at night. She then hurriedly got ready and lay down to sleep
as well.