The Returning Ex

Chapter 1423

Cindy had prepared the ingredients for lunch since the recording in the afternoon was rather late, so there was time to cook by herself.

As soon as they arrived home, Ian collapsed on his bed. The show he’d recorded earlier was all games with jumping and running around, so it was a tad tiring. He wasn’t physically fit to begin with, so he was quite exhausted. Cindy, on the other hand, didn’t bother him. She went into the kitchen and started cooking languidly. Meanwhile, the driver sat in the living room, watching television. While the three of them went about their own business, the atmosphere was inexplicably amiable. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

After watching television for a while, the driver sauntered into the kitchen and asked Cindy whether she needed some help. At this, Cindy laughed. “No, I can manage.”

Crossing his arms, the driver tsked. “Actually, you and Ian make a good match. It’ll be good if you two end up together.” Lowering his voice to a mere whisper, he mused, “Aren’t you tempted when Ian is so handsome?”

Cindy startled slightly upon hearing his words, but she then chuckled. As she cooked, she countered, “There are plenty of handsome guys in the entertainment industry, so if I’m the type to be moved by someone’s countenance, I would’ve fallen for countless men.”

At the side, the driver argued, “That’s different. Those people are out of your reach. Besides, Ian is far more handsome than all those guys, and the two of you live under the same roof, so it’s very easy to develop feelings when you’re together day and night.” He was slightly up in years, so he probably felt restless when he saw others being single, wanting to play matchmaker.

Cindy smacked her lips, not taking him seriously at all. “My relationship with Ian is purely business. How could one fall in love with her boss? This isn’t something a qualified assistant should do.”

The driver gave a bark of laughter. “You’re truly the proper type, girl.” He stood by the door for a while. When he was certain that she indeed didn’t need his help, he turned around and went back to the sofa.

Cindy was very apt in cooking, her movements methodical. In no time, she was done, taking off her apron after washing her hands. Very much perceptive, the driver came over and helped to carry out the dishes. Thus, she strode over to Ian’s room door and raised a hand to knock on his door. “Lunch is ready.”

Ian had dozed off on the bed, so he hurriedly got up when he heard her voice. The moment he stepped out of his room, he smelled the fragrant aroma of the food. In reality, this aroma was usually present at restaurants, but he just found it inexplicably different.

Cindy looked at him. “Go and wash your face. Then, come and eat.” Having said that, she spun around and headed toward the dining table.

After living together for the past two days, Ian was no longer that awkward with her. He turned and went to the washroom to wash his face.

Cindy cooked four dishes and a soup that all looked and smelled delicious. Chortling, the driver scooped rice for both Ian and Cindy. “I think my weight is going to soar now that I’m eating such good food with you guys every day.”

Cindy giggled. “You’re not fat, so it’s good to eat more. You’ll then have energy to help carry things in the future.”

Ian instinctively stole a peek at her. This assistant of mine is famous for her brute strength in the company, but I usually don’t see her eating all that much or putting on any weight.

While eating, Cindy talked about the photo shoot in the afternoon later, one for a magazine cover. This magazine was a relatively high-end one in the fashion industry, so it was rumored that it took Hannah considerable effort in securing this collaboration.

Cindy had done her research, so she told Ian that she’d looked into the photographer who’d be handling his photo shoot. The photographer’s reputation in the industry was bipolar—her professional capabilities were top-notch, but she had a supercilious attitude. No matter how renowned a celebrity she worked with, she never gave them any face.

“Perhaps all who are talented are fastidious people,” Cindy lamented. “So, just put up with it for a bit. This photo shoot for the magazine cover has been a hassle to secure, and Ms. Jones said that it’ll open doors to the fashion industry.”