Female Novel
Chapter 1676
Peter didn’t seem like he was about to give up. “That’s fine. The club members are prettyunderstanding. A lot of them prioritize their work too, so they only show up once in a while for fun. Youjust have to drop by every now and then—we don’t force our members to turn up all the time.”
Ian was starting to get annoyed at how persistent Peter was. Can’t he tell that Cindy and I are rejectinghis offer? We’ve made things pretty obvious, so why can’t he just take the hint? Right when Ian wasabout to say something, Cindy parted her lips to speak. “Personally, I don’t really enjoy sports. After afull day of work, I’d prefer to spend the rest of my time at home. I can’t help it—I’m just a lazy person.”
Upon hearing her, Ian shut his mouth to stop himself from talking. He realized that it was a gooddecision to allow Cindy to speak for herself. If I had said something rude earlier, Cindy would havethrown a tantrum at me. This is so troublesome! I’m annoyed at this guy, but I have to consider somany other things before expressing my annoyance.
Finally, Peter gave up on his suggestion and nodded in agreement. “That’s true. It’s hard for people tofind time to rest nowadays, so they’d probably prefer to stay home and scroll through their phones orwatch some television once they get off work.” This effectively ended the conversation regarding joiningthe club. Right at this moment, the waiter entered the room and served them their jug of freshly-pressed juice. novelbin
Peter rarely drank sweet drinks since he was an athlete, so he asked the waiter for a jug of plain water.Ian, on the other hand, took the jug of juice over and poured Cindy a glass of it. “I wanted to ordermango juice, but they don’t have it here.”
Cindy lifted her gaze to look at Ian. I can’t believe he remembers that I like mango juice. She didn’t
know what to say, so she remained silent for a few seconds. “I glanced at the menu earlier, and Irealized that they didn’t have mango juice either.”
“I should’ve got you one at the supermarket earlier,” Ian uttered with a smirk. Cindy was at a loss forwords. Her gut feeling told her that Ian’s attitude was extremely different today—he was nothing like hisusual self. Logically speaking, we have no reason to put on a show in front of Peter. Yet, Ian’s actionsare confusing me. If he’s not acting… Is he expressing genuine feelings for me?
After looking at Ian and Cindy for a while, Peter shifted his focus to something else. Even an idiot couldtell that something was going on between them. Previously, Cindy told me that Ian was her friend, so Iassumed that they were just regular friends, but based on their interactions, it seems like they’re morethan that. I’m certain that Ian doesn’t just treat Cindy as a friend.
After the waiter showed up with a jug of plain water, Peter poured himself a glass of it before he sippedon his drink. He had been honest when he said that he hadn’t had his dinner, and he was genuinelyhungry after playing so many rounds with both Cindy and Ian. However, he had lost his appetite aftersitting with them.
On the other hand, Ian, who had been in a bad mood earlier, seemed to have gotten his spirits lifted astime passed. His appetite grew along with his spirits, and all of the dishes tasted amazing to him. Thefish that Cindy had ordered based on his suggestion tasted the best among all the dishes. Throughoutthe meal, Ian didn’t bother to even glance in Peter’s direction. He just placed all of his focus on Cindy.
When Cindy’s glass was empty, Ian would pour her a refill. When Cindy couldn’t reach one of thedishes, he would immediately stand up to bring the dish over to her. Ian’s actions were so obvious thatCindy couldn’t ignore them even if she wanted to. While Ian was in a good mood, Cindy seemed moreembarrassed by the situation. Ian’s being a little too much today. Initially, I wondered if he was
genuinely showing concern for me, but the more I look at the way he’s acting, the more I feel like he’sjust putting on a show for Peter. I don’t get it—this show is unnecessary since Peter doesn’t know whowe are.
Ian was the only one who seemed to enjoy the meal, and he even offered to pay the bill after they weredone eating. As the three of them stepped out of the restaurant, Ian rolled his shoulders back for astretch. “It’s still pretty early. Should we go for a walk?” he asked as he glanced up at the skies.