The Returning Ex

Ian glanced at Cindy. “I’ll carry it.”

Cindy seemingly understood his meaning within seconds, so she merely nodded. “Thank you.”

The magazine’s associate editor was already waiting, so when he saw Ian approach, he quickly came over and smilingly extended a hand. “Oh, you’re finally here, Mr. Morgan!”

Ian flashed him a smile, putting on a modest expression. “Sorry for making you wait.”

Ian exchanged a few words with the associate editor before they headed in the direction of the publishing house. The associate editor said that the studio was ready, merely waiting for Ian to start. Beside Ian, Cindy frowned and surreptitiously glanced at the time. It’s not yet the agreed-upon shooting time, so why are they making it sound as though Ian is putting on airs, thus arriving late?

On their way to the studio, the people around furtively shifted their gazes over. When they noticed Ian carrying his own cosmetic box, in particular, their expressions turned all kinds of conflicted when they next looked at Cindy.

Cindy upon seeing Ian’s actions. He asked whether she was troubled by the comments on the internet and even urged her to take things easy since this was par for the course in the entertainment industry. He was very

this, and it was why I wanted

some blurred backgrounds. The photographer was already inside, adjusting her camera. Upon hearing movements, she turned around and stared at Ian before shifting her gaze

at her.

looked at Cindy. “Wait for me at the

docilely nodded. “Okay, will

drawings and finalized the basic style she wanted to shoot today with him, her attitude toward him amicable, her tone pleasant. In fact, if one were to

leaned back against the wall. When the photographer was finalizing the style with Ian, she occasionally looked up at him and even smiled. From a woman’s intuition, Cindy

to the photographer. The photographer was known as Yulia Noble, a renowned photographer within the industry who’d shot magazine covers for many A-list