Chapter 1437


    Chapter 1437 A Sense of Familiarity


    Cindy let out a soft chuckle after finishing her sentence. “I learned how to sew when I was a child, and a lot of people praised me for having


    reallypact stitches. They all said that I had the talent to be a sessful fashion designer someday. Tsk,” she muttered in a self-


    deprecating tone. “I had internalized their words to a point where I actually thought that I would turn into a world-renowned fashion designer


    one day. However, my present reality is simply too far away from my dreams.”


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    After hearing her words, Ian stared at her side profile for a while without saying anything. Once Cindy was done tidying up, she washed her


    hands and stepped outside. “Okay. I’m all done. I’ll just need to cook some vegetablester. Let’s watch some TV now.” Cindy couldn’t think


    of anything else to do while spending time with Ian—she felt like watching TV was her only option.


    Both of them returned to the couch, and Ian picked the TV controller up before flicking channels to put on another horror movie. After


    contemting for a moment, Cindy got up and walked to the kitchen, then came back with two bottles of juice and two bags of chips. These


    were necessities that helped to set the mood while they watched TV.


    Ian didn’t enjoy eating snacks, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment when Cindy handed him a bag of chips. However, he eventually took it


    from her. Cindy sat cross-legged on the couch as she spoke. “Someone else rmended me to watch this movie


    I heard that it gets really scary in the middle.” When Ian turned around to look at Cindy, he was stunned by what he saw. Cindy looks exactly


    like Sophia right now, especially the way she crosses her legs and hugs the bag of chips in front of her… It’s exactly what the old Sophia


    would do. When Cindy didn’t get a response from Ian, she instinctively turned to stare at him. She froze when her eyes met his. His gaze is so


    intense. He already has nice facial features to begin with, and he looks especially mesmerizing when he stares at me with such a sincere


    expression. For some reason, she felt like she had lost her ability to speak at that moment. “W-What is it? I-Is there something on my face?”


    Ian immediately looked away—he realized how his actions might have been a little too abrupt and inappropriate. “Nothing. It’s nothing at


    all.” Cindy stuck her bottom lip out as she shifted her focus back to the TV. She was somewhat frustrated at herself as she didn’t understand


    why her heart seemed to be racing and pounding against her chest. I don’t like him, so I don’t know why I’m feeling so nervous when he


    simply nced at me. I don’t understand this at all. I’m not someone who judges others by their looks so I don’t feel much when I see men


    who are good-looking, but why do I feel so lost and helpless when he looks me in the eye? The horror movie was starting, and an eerie theme


    song, the ones typically heard in such movies, filled the room. Both Ian and Cindy wore rather simr looks on their faces. They appeared as


    if they were paying attention to the movie, but there was a faraway look in both their eyes. … At the start of the month, Ian brought Cindy


    along with him to thepany. He had received his schedule for the whole of the following month.


    While Ian and Hannah discussed some work-rted matters in the office, Cindy excused herself to hang around at the lounge area. The area


    was empty at first, so Cindy and the driver each found a spot for themselves. She pulled her phone out to scroll through some gossip and news


    while the driver yed a mobile game. Just minutester, someone else walked into the room—it was none other than Linda, one of the senior


    artists working for thepany. Cindy hastily got to her feet to greet Linda. The driver, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be bothered. He was


    a middle-aged man, not an aspiring celebrity, so he saw no point in building connections. The driver shifted his gaze back to his phone after


    stealing a brief nce at Linda. Typically, this wouldn’t be an issue. There were a good number of drivers who hung out in thepany, and


    most of them wouldn’t greet all the celebrities they saw. Most of these drivers were middle-aged men, and they usually couldn’t tell the


    difference between the new and old artists in the entertainment field. In the past, thepany’s artists seldom cared if the drivers greeted


    them. However, for some reason, Linda lost her temper when she saw the driver ignoring her today. Without any warning, Linda threw the


    items in her hand onto the table with a loud ng. “Where are your manners? Are you blind or mute? Don’t you know how to greet


    someone?” Cindy froze, taken aback by Linda’s sudden outburst. The driver only lifted his head to stare at Linda then. “Are you talking about


    me?” he asked with a frown.