Next One Is a Babe

They were still quite full from the snacks that they had. With Cindy's hand in his, Ian brought her downstairs when he asked, "Is there anything you feel like eating?"

Cindy could tell that he wasn't really hungry from his tentative tone, so she answered, "We can walk around first if you aren't hungry. I don't feel like eating just yet."

Ian nodded in agreement to her suggestion. "I'm full from the popcorn we ate," he groaned while giving himself a belly rub.

They left the shopping mall just as a crowd started to grow.

He put on his mask and after she hugged him by his arm, they went on their stroll along the road.

As the day went on, stalls were gradually appearing by the roadside and it was the kind of ambience that Cindy found herself enjoying.

Back when she was still in university, she would visit the night market with Naomi and remembered how affordable things were in the crowded market. The night market that she often visited was even livelier than the one she was at now.

Cindy and Ian walked for a while before she went to get them two cups of tea. They then took sips of their beverage as they continued to wander around on the street.

They didn't get a lot of chances to just be at ease ever since Ian had become a celebrity.

The breeze gently blowing in their faces only made their date even more comfortable than it already was. This was the kind of simple, happy life that one could easily feel content with.

It was after walking for a while that they soon came to a food stall. She wasn't hungry, but her mouth still itched to chew on something. Without saying a word, she started to point toward the stall.

Ian chuckled when he caught what she was hinting at. After releasing her hand, he ran to the stall to get her something to eat while she stood by the roadside and sipped on her tea.

They might be a married couple now, but their relationship made her feel like she had gone back to the past where she was a teenager in love.

It filled her with a sweet warmth that made her look forward to living life with him.

Seeing that Ian wasn't back yet, Cindy nonchalantly lifted her gaze to look at the other side of the street.

There was a one star-rated guesthouse that had tons of cars parked at its entrance.

Back in those days when she used to book guest houses for Ian to stay at, she would always consider the quality of the place before she placed a booking. If she were to gauge the standard of this guesthouse that she was looking at, it would definitely fall within the list of places she would consider to book a room at.

In fact, she had stayed at famous guest houses with him multiple times before.

The fact was that the company might have been generous with their artists, but were extremely calculative when it came to the assistants. The company wouldn't usually book top-tier places for the artists' assistants—they would normally have to share a room with another assistant.

However, Ian actually told her that she was allowed to choose a lovely room for herself. This might have been one of the perks of being his assistant and she couldn't help but wonder whether his driver had the privilege of enjoying similar benefits that Ian had given her.

Cindy zoned out as she stared at the guesthouse, which was when a nanny van stopped before the establishment's entrance.

She didn't know much about the vehicle apart from it being the model she used to see a lot in front of film studios. Then, her gaze shifted from the building to the vehicle.

After the van came to a stop, someone slowly got out of the car and came to a stop midway to turn her head to have a word with another person.

After the van came to a stop, someone slowly got out of the car and came to a stop midway to turn her head to have a word with another person.