Next One Is a Babe

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She looked at Ian quietly, a message hidden in her gaze.

Ian pursed his lips and asked hesitantly, “What else did you guys talk about?” He wanted to ask if they talked about him, and what they were talking about if they did. He wanted to know if they mentioned the call he made to Cindy the night before.

At the same time, Cindy had nothing to do at home. She kept changing the TV channels, but she couldn’t stand any of the shows. Also, she kept picking her phone up and putting it down, as if waiting for someone to text her.

Her mother was out, presumably for a poker session. Cindy didn’t like her mother’s obsession with poker, but she couldn’t tell her off since she didn’t have a good relationship with her mother. Her mother might ignore everyone else’s comments, but if it came from Cindy, it might spark another argument. However, the upside about her mother’s hobby was that at least it gave Cindy some much-needed peace and quiet.

She was on the sofa, hugging her legs. The TV was on, but her world was silent. A few questions lingered in her mind, such as the reason why Ian called her last night. Even if he was drunk, he shouldn’t have called her by all accounts. And what was he trying to say? She thought about that for the whole morning.

That morning, she even called Aurora and talked about a lot of stuff. She wanted to talk about Ian, but she was worried it might look too obvious. Because of that, she didn’t get to talk about the thing she wanted to know the most. That frustrated her, and it made her jumpy.

To be honest, she didn’t have to dwell too much on that call. After all, it was just something random he did when he was drunk. But the problem was, Cindy liked Ian, so she cared a lot about everything he did. She wanted to know why he did that. Yes, she knew it was problematic of her, but she couldn’t control herself.

The torture went on until her mother came home at lunchtime. When Cindy saw her mother humming, she knew her mother had won her poker game. She knew Hazel too well; if she lost her poker game, she would come home with a long face. On this day though, she even came back with a bag of fruits, and she put it beside Cindy. “Have some apples. It’s good for the skin.”

Cindy grunted, but she didn’t elaborate.

Hazel then went to make lunch, and she said, “I have another session in the afternoon. They don’t want me to go so soon after I win.” In other words, she was saying she’d be out in the afternoon as well.

Cindy picked the bag of fruits up and put it on the cabinet before going back to her room. She scrolled through her phone to see if anything interesting was happening, but she couldn’t find anything. That frustrated her, and she wasn't in the mood to do anything else.