The Returning Ex

Cindy did this every single time, informing Ian of all the possible problems so that he could brace himself.

Ian murmured in acknowledgment. “It’s okay. I’m not easily offended. If I’m truly admonished, you don’t need to say anything at the side. You don’t have to go over and apologize to them, for some people merely want to put on airs.”

Surprise gripped Cindy. After all, when she talked to him about all this in the past, he mostly listened and seldom responded, even wearing a slightly impatient look on his face sometimes. Today, however, he picked up where she left off and even consoled her instead. This was an unprecedented situation that had never happened before. She nodded. “Okay, got it.”

After lunch, Ian went to take a shower. Sitting in the living room, Cindy felt slightly ill at ease. This house had a bedroom and a living room, so even while she was watching television here, she could still hear the sound of running water from the bathroom. Although she tried her best to corral herself, images uncontrollably flashed across her mind. This is just a torture!

The driver reclined at the side with his eyes closed now that he’d filled his stomach, not at all bothered about everything else happening around him.

Having no other recourse, she got up and went to the balcony. The weather outside was very good. She then took out her cell phone and surfed the internet, only to discover that her photos with Ian were already posted, ones that were taken when they left in the morning. This time, many people gave their blessings, while those who disdained her and mocked Ian had diminished significantly. A little over 20 minutes later, she heard the door of the bathroom open.

fully dressed when he came out. He knew that he

still some time to spare, Cindy returned to the sofa and leaned back to rest for

As he stood by the door, he looked up and instantly saw Cindy with her eyes closed. She must be really tired to fall asleep while sitting on the sofa. I might not have it easy, but it’s actually even more exhausting for her. He tarried for a while before going over and waking

grogginess. “We’re leaving? Oh yes, it’s time!” Springing to her feet, she

left together. Cindy was probably still half-asleep as she stood in the elevator. Leaning against

reaching out and taking

had Cindy snapping to attention. “No, no, I can manage,” she hastily insisted. After all, the

hold on it either. “Never mind,

her lips and stood at the side with her hands hanging by her sides. The driver’s gaze shifted between them, an amused expression on his face. Cindy knew what he was