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.”


    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


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    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 the


    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.