Chapter 1693


    Chapter 1693 The Facy of Elitism


    “Okay,” Ian eded before hanging up the phone.


    Not long after, Cindy and Logan made their way downstairs.


    Ian’s gaze lingered briefly on Cindy, and he noticed that she and Logan had the same pensive look on


    their faces, albeit subtle.


    He cocked a brow and waited until Cindy reached the sofa. “What’s wrong? What did you guys talk


    about while you were upstairs?”


    Cindy dusted off her clothes. “Nothing. He was just showing me his projection device and the 3D


    figures in the room, that’s all.”


    Her unforeseen answer put a frown on his face, as for some reason, he sensed that she was hiding


    something. He nced over at Logan, who nodded a little too earnestly as he interjected, “That’s right.


    I was just giving her a tour and showing her all that projection stuff. I mean, you’d probably scoff at


    them, but she’s never seen them before, so we took our time.”


    Now that Logan was bolstering Cindy’s ims, Ian figured he should stop asking any further.


    The three of them sat and talked for a while, and Logan brought them up to the private room afterward.


    He had told the kitchen to prepare dinner, which would be served in the room.


    Logan’s private room was spacious enough to amodate a small sofa bed and a game machine.


    Cindy had never dropped by Logan’s clubhouse before, but it didn’t take long for her to see that this


    establishment was built for nothing other than expensive leisure.


    Then again, a lifestyle like this is par for the course for someone like Logan.


    While Cindy had no idea of L’s family background, she had previously assumed thetter to be of a


    socialite status, someone good enough to be in the same league as Logan.


    However, when she saw Sophia the other day, she had a change of heart; Ian’s friends could very well


    be different from stereotypical elitists. In fact, Ian and his friends might not even care for these elitist


    customs and conventions that demarcated the upper crust society from the working-ss folks.


    Presently, Ian headed over to the game machine and looked it over, his eyes glimmering with childlike


    glee.


    He raised a hand and beckoned Cindy over. “Are you good with games?”


    Cindy shook her head. It went without saying that she was aplete novice when it came to games


    like this.


    Thest time she had dabbled in gaming was when she yed a round or two of mobile games with


    Ian, but that couldn’t evene close to ying on a game machine, which she had only ever passed


    by in an arcade.


    Ian probably knew how to work the machine, for he quickly found the main switch and put his arm


    around Cindy’s shoulders, thereafter nudging her to the console in front of the machine.


    He was pressed against her back, and she stood stiffly in his arms, which caged her as he made to


    guide her hands-on.


    She froze, and her own limbs felt foreign as her breathing grew ragged. However, Ian did not seem to


    notice this. The main menu of the game was disyed on the screen, and he went on to press the


    buttons on the panel as he selected a couple of gaming modes.


    While this was happening, Logan sat down with one leg crossed over the other, and a meaningful smile


    was ying on his lips as he watched Ian and Cindy with interest.


    He and Cindy had indeed talked about a couple of things when they were upstairs in the projection


    room; while she had tried to be subtle about it, the questions she asked belied her curiosity about Ian’s


    past with Sophia.


    Logan was no fool, though he pretended to be clueless even though he had heard her unasked


    questions.


    In the end, he hadn’t lied to her and only told her that Ian was on good terms with Sophia. Everyone


    knew of Ian’s background and that he had no friends aside from Logan and Sophia, so it made sense


    that he was close to her, though they were strictly tonic.


    Logan wasn’t sure if Cindy had believed him, but he hoped that she might weigh this alongside all the


    gossip she had read on the inte ande to a conclusion herself.


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    By the gaming machine, Cindy was so stiff that she could hardly move. Ian, on the other hand, was


    unfazed as he continued to guide her through the game, his voice clear and gentle next to her ear.


    She felt goosebumps rising along her arms, and she resisted the urge to flinch whenever Ian’s breath


    tickled her ear.


    However, she dared not move or duck away, and she didn’t want to raise her hand to scratch her ear


    either. As such, she braced through the ticklish sensation, which only made her posture stiffer than


    before.


    The light musicing from the game was just loud enough to drown out her ragged breathing.


    Her heart was beating so loudly that she couldn’t even hear what Ian was saying, and it didn’t help that


    her mind was nk.


    After a round of patient guidance, Ian tipped his head to one side to gaze at her profile and asked, “Do


    you get it?”


    No, I don’t get anything at all! I can’t even think straight!