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“That’s not it.” With a fond smile, Sena said, “I think you look better in person. You feel more real. Oh, I don’t even
know what I’m talking about, but I do think your presence makes people feel comfortable.”
She ended her sentence rather coquettishly, which sounded even more annoying than what the stylist said. While
Cindy wasn’t sure how Ian felt upon hearing what Sena told him, she knew for sure that she felt uncomfortable.
After that, Sena chuckled, totally unaware of how coquettish she sounded. Without a word, the stylist wore a faint
smile, while there was a hint of mockery in her eyes when nobody was watching. Seeing that Ian made no further
attempt at a conversation, Sena stopped before turning to face Cindy with a gentle expression. “I bet a lot of
people envy you for your position as Ian’s assistant.”
With a casual smile, Cindy replied, “I do get a lot of people telling me that.”
Nodding, Sena pressed on. “What’s your name? You seem like a dependable person.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCindy decided she had nothing to hide, so she told Sena her real name. “My name is Cindy Selby.”
Startled, Sena commented, “It has a nice ring to it.”
Hanging her head low, Cindy said nothing else, whereas Ian had been facing the mirror without much of an
expression on his face. Having her own stylist, Sena adjusted her position before beginning her styling session.
After a while, Cindy’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pondered on the situation before telling Ian in a low voice,
“I’ll be taking a phone call outside. Come get me if you need anything.”
Ian hummed in the affirmative by way of a response. The phone call lasted slightly longer than the first one, as she
wasn’t back even after Ian was finished with his styling session. Recalling that Cindy hadn’t eaten much for
breakfast after taking the first call, Ian stood to leave, but not before Sena spoke. “I’m almost done, so we can
rehearse for a bit later on.”
Stopping in his tracks, Ian looked back at her while replying, “Sure.”
Sena seemed glad when she looked at Ian.
With her good looks, she could easily seduce anyone with a single look on her face. However, Ian wore a straight
face while examining Sena’s makeup. “It seems like you’ll need more time, so I’ll be off for a while.” Pursing her
lips, Sena hummed in response. “Alright, but be quick, as I’m almost done.” Instead of giving her a reply, Ian left the
dressing room. He was never one to meddle in other people’s business, as he didn’t like being a busybody.
However, he didn’t like Sena’s overzealous attitude, so he wanted a break from her. He stepped into a corridor
upon coming out of the dressing room, but Cindy wasn’t there. Walking along the corridor, it didn’t take long before
Cindy emerged from the corner in front of him. Judging from the fact that her face was moist, Ian figured she
must’ve washed her face, but no amount of washing was able to cover up the redness around her eyes. She was
slightly taken aback by Ian’s presence. “What’s the matter? Did something happen?” Stopping in front of her, Ian
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsaid, “I needed a break.” Cindy nodded before starting to offer him more information in a low voice.
“Miss Young’s career went smoothly ever since her debut. Despite being a bit of a snob, she seemed to be treating
you fairly nicely. However, I do not know how your duet would turn out, and things might change if the results aren’t
the most favorable, as she might blame everything on you, so please don’t take things too personally.” Ian turned
to cast her a glance. Although it was apparent from her reddened eyes that she just cried, she still maintained a
professional demeanor while talking to Ian. Instead of answering her, Ian asked, “Did something happen?” Startled,
she only understood his question after a while before she combed her hair behind her ears, some of which were
damp after she washed her face, an uneasy expression written all over. “It’s nothing major. Not something that
couldn’t be solved.” Ian nodded before replying nonchalantly, “Remember to speak up if anything happens.” Still
not disclosing much, she said, “Sure. Thank you.”