Chapter 1495 Doorbell
He also told her that he was very satisfied with how the photos had turned out, and that he trusted Yulia’s good eye.
To his surprise, she called him just a moment after he sent the text.
His brows knitted slightly as he stared at the screen for a second or two before picking up. He then said gently,
“Hello.”
Yulia’s voice was soft when she replied, “Are you really satisfied with the photos?”
Ian responded with a light hum as he smiled courteously and answered, “Of course I am—they were taken by you,
after all.”
Yulia paused for a bit. She sounded a little annoyed when she replied, “You don’t have to be polite with me, you
know. Just let me know if there’s anything you’re unhappy with, and I’ll make the changes after this.”
“No, no. I really am happy with them,” Ian quickly responded.
In truth, he wasn’t very interested in such matters. Photos that were processed lost their touch of natural beauty
anyway, so he didn’t feel the need to have an opinion on things that were fake.
Yulia chuckled and swiftly changed the subject. “How are you managing alone since your assistant is on leave?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIan was a little surprised to hear that, but he wasn’t bold enough to ask how she’d found out about it.
On the other hand, Yulia unhesitantly referred to Cindy as his assistant right off the bat; it seemed like she had
forgotten that Cindy wasn’t just an assistant to him.
Hence, Ian replied, “I don’t have much going on anyway. Besides, Cindy seems to be tired these days, so I gave her
some time off. She’s my girlfriend, after all. I can’t possibly bring myself to treat her as an ordinary assistant.”
Yulie responded nonchalantly, but she didn’t stay on the topic. “Celebrities who act like you are rare these days.
Back when I attended a program some time ago, almost all of them were walking around with a bunch of assistants
and bodyguards by their side. It was as if nobody could recognize them if they didn’t have an entourage behind
them. At the end of the day, I still prefer simple and humble ones like you.”
Her words had another underlying meaning to it, but the way she said it was quite ambiguous. Depending on the
listener’s interpretation, the meaning could be there or not.
Ian simply chuckled without saying anything.
Following that, Yulia said again, “I saw your assistant today when I was out searching for inspiration. She was sitting
alone at the park and seemed quite relaxed—I’m so jealous! She must be so blessed to be your assistant.”
Ian’s expression gradually went stone cold on the other end of the line, for the way Yulia kept referring to Cindy as
his assistant was making him feel quite uncomfortable.
He took two deep breaths before saying, “It is I who should be blessed, not her. Back then, I actually begged her to
become my assistant; she graduated with a major in design and had a bright future ahead of her. I was the one
who held her back from her dreams.”
Ian sighed with perfect genuinity. “Come to think of it, I still feel quite bad about this.”
Yulia went silent instantly.
Ian only pretended to snap out of his thoughts after a few seconds. He sighed and said, “Why am I telling you this?
I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
Nevertheless, Yulia managed to keep her cool and brushed it off lightly.
Since they were on the topic, Ian asked, “By the way, where did you see her today? Was she alone? I called her
earlier and she told me that she’s with her friend.”
Yulia replied calmly, “She was indeed alone, but she was probably waiting for her friend.”
“I see,” said Ian.
Right then, Yulia’s assistant started calling for her in the background. She turned away and responded before
speaking into the phone again, “Things are getting busy here. If you really are satisfied with the photos, I’ll just go
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmahead with them.”
Ian responded in agreement and thanked Yulia after that.
The woman said with a smile, “Don’t mention it. I hope we get to work together again in the future.”
With those words, she hung up.
Ian stared at the phone and eventually tossed it to the side.
In truth, he hated these professional exchanges of courtesy more than anything.
Ian never liked keeping up appearances for work; now that he was in a bad mood, he was all the more unwilling to
put up with anyone.
He lay in bed again for some time before getting up and going to the kitchen.
He looked around a little bit, but before he could start making anything, the doorbell rang.
Ian jolted in surprise, and his first reaction out of reflex was that Cindy had come home.
An inexplicable feeling surged up his chest all of a sudden.
However, he came to a realization just a moment later. If it really was Cindy, she wouldn’t have rang the doorbell—
she had her own keys, after all.