Next One Is a Babe

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As per his usual cold demeanor, Ian told her the porridge tasted good, nor did she think much of it as she sat down with a smile on her face. However, she put her cutlery away after taking a few bites out of her meal, leaving her breakfast unfinished on the table. Apparently, something must’ve happened over the phone call, but Ian didn’t like to pry into other people’s business, so he feigned ignorance regarding the situation.

After their meal, they packed up everything they needed, including their makeup kit, before leaving the hotel, only to see that the driver was already waiting for them. The three of them seemed to work well together, as their schedules were rarely conflicted. While on their way to the filming set, the driver was blabbering away, but as soon as he noticed Cindy seemed a little pale, he let out a chuckle. “What’s wrong? Did you overwork yourself yesterday?”

Pinching on her brows, Cindy said, “I’ll go buy myself a cup of coffee later.”

The driver went on. “Hey, do a lot of people envy you for being able to follow Mr. Morgan around? Whenever I saw his fangirls shrieking as they ran toward him, I was scared that the guards might not be able to hold them off, and they would end up gobbling Mr. Morgan up.” He laughed by the end of it.

The driver had been working alongside Ian ever since the latter made his debut. Initially, he would watch his mouth while around Ian due to Ian’s cool demeanor, but he soon came to realize that Ian was a rather easy-going person despite his taciturn personality. Therefore, the driver would crack jokes from time-to-time while driving.

Meanwhile, Cindy let out a dry chuckle before leaning against the window while staring out of it. Probably because she didn’t dry her hair last night after the shower, she was feeling unwell, and she had a migraine upon getting up.

When they arrived at the filming set, she entered the building with Ian after retrieving all of their stuff from the car. There were quite a lot of people working on the production crew, one of whom showed Ian in with haste upon his arrival.

As they arrived early, Ian was ushered into the dressing room to do his makeup. Cindy readied the makeup kit before backing away to remain standby, whereas a young woman who would be his stylist greeted Ian with a smile. “Oh, Ian! Can I have your autograph? I am your fan!”

Normally, stylists would conduct themselves with more decorum as they were already used to meeting celebrities. However, Cindy made no remarks while watching from the sidelines. Nodding, Ian put on the warm facade that he commonly wore while in public. “How about I give you one after the styling session?”

Immediately, the stylist nodded. “Sure, definitely! I’m holding you to that now.” The stylist was quite young, nor was she overdramatic, so her cuteness was just on point, which Cindy regarded with slight admiration. She figured that girls who were both pretty and decent like the stylist were the ones whom everybody would welcome with open arms.

When they were halfway through their styling session, Cindy brought Ian some water and stuck a straw in the cup. Ian didn’t even need to make a request, as she had always been attentive to such details. After a while, a crowd filed into the room. Glancing behind her, Cindy greeted the celebrity who came in next. “Hello, Miss Young. Please have a seat.” Cindy even pulled out the chair for her as she said so.