The Returning Ex

The girl came over, her eyes gleaming. “I saw the news about you and Ian Morgan. Are you really dating him?”

Cindy didn’t know her, but she presumed that the girl wanted some gossip about the scandal between her and Ian. Inwardly sighing, she put on a hint of shyness and nodded minutely. Then, she explained, “We’ve known each other before his debut.”

At this, the girl exclaimed in acknowledgment. “I see. Then, he’s really a good man.”

Cindy nodded. “Yeah.” Her tone was a touch perfunctory. I suppose he’s considered a good man to continue standing by his girlfriend after he’d made it big following his debut. Although this is rather unambitious, few men in the entertainment industry can do it.

The girl lowered her voice. “I thought the two of you developed feelings throughout the course of working together, so I initially wanted to ask you for advice and try to win over the celebrity under my care.”

Perhaps he’ll fall into your hands if you show a little more

her head. “It’s too difficult.” She then peered around. “Look at all these guest celebrities.

right in this. Cindy agreed with her thoughts, so she merely inclined her head at her and flashed her a smile in farewell before

gone a distance away did the girl pivot and return to the group of people whom she was talking to. One of them there—a celebrity assistant as well—had her arms crossed, looking rather snooty as she glanced at the fast-disappearing Cindy out of the corner of her eye. “I wonder what underhanded trick she

beside her chortled. “Perhaps Ian Morgan likes her type. He’s never seen much of the world, so he’s easily tempted at the sight of a woman.” All the assistants around them laughed; only the girl who’d gone

and she found it quite amusing actually. Love is a personal matter to begin with, yet they’re acting

waiting for a while, Ian’s recording concluded. Cindy hurried over, only to be greeted by the sight of him chatting with a few regular guest celebrities when she was a distance away. She didn’t know what they were talking about, but

a hand and beckoned at her. Upon seeing that, she languidly walked over. She first greeted the few regular guest

on her shoulder, his voice threaded with a hint of a smile. “I’m not hiding it. I