Chapter 1961

The moment Cindy stepped into the hotel room, she found herself pinned against the wall by Ian, who
leaned in to kiss her ferociously.

However, she was still distracted by plenty of other things, and when they detached from the kiss for
air, she mumbled, “The door—it’s still open.”

Without wasting another second, Ian kicked the door shut behind them and swept her into another
passionate kiss.

She had missed him a lot, and this time, she did not object to his ferocity as she reached to unbutton
his shirt.

Seeing this, Ian smirked and asked huskily, “Did you miss me?”

She hummed briefly in response and tiptoed to kiss him, muttering impatiently, “I did.”

It was rare to see her so forward with her advances, which was enough to prove how much she had
missed him indeed.

Ian smiled and lowered himself slightly to pick her up. In long strides, he reached the bed and threw her
on it.

He didn’t bother waiting for her to take off his shirt for him and made quick work of stripping before
hovering over her.

She was a little uneasy as she pressed a hand to his chest, asking with wide eyes, “Wait, are the walls



soundproof?”

He smirked devilishly. “Is that a trick question?”

She blinked at this and understood what he meant by that. She wanted to laugh but instead said, “I just
wanted to know if you heard anything go bump in the night. What, are you feeling guilty about
something?”

Unable to keep his urges under control any longer, he tore at her shirt and kissed her hungrily, then
distractedly pointed out, “I don’t know if the walls are soundproof, but I’ve certainly never heard
anything from the rooms next to mine.”

They hadn’t seen each other for so long that their bodies seemed to crave skin-to-skin interaction. Ian
had been cooped up at work recently, and because Cindy was so frustrated most of the time, neither of
them had bothered diving into the realm of self-pleasuring.

That inevitably hollowed their bodies out, and now that they had all the time and privacy, it didn’t take
long for them to find their rhythm and cave into the flood after the drought.

Cindy had always thought of Ian as a rogue in bed, one who had quite the astonishing vocabulary and
endless energy to expend. However, now that the both of them were ravishing each other once more,
she finally realized just how long he had been repressing his urges.

If he had been roguish before, he was definitely the devil now, and he showed no signs of stopping.

Toward the end, Cindy was nearly brought to tears as she cursed aloud, “Damn it, Ian, are you trying to
kill me?”



He squeezed her waist and muttered hoarsely, “Don’t be silly. As if I could bear to lose you.”

He might be saying that, but he certainly wasn’t going easy on her.

As to when their endeavors finally came to an end, she had no idea, but she did know that she must
have passed out halfway through from the euphoria alone.

When Ian was done draining her, he allowed her to take a quick shower, and he left for the set without
her.

His return to the set was met with knowing and meaningful looks. Cindy had dropped by just before
lunchtime and then followed him back to the hotel; for her to be absent as soon as lunchtime was over,
everyone instantly knew that something exciting and energy-expending had taken place behind closed
doors.

Ian wasn’t flustered by their guesses; he owned up to his actions openly, and he had nothing to hide. If
he had, then he wouldn’t have brought Cindy back to the hotel earlier that day. After all, he couldn’t
very well escape the paparazzi on the way back to the hotel, and it could only be a matter of time
before photos of them leaked on the internet.

As things were, he no longer dodged the media like they were the plague. He had shed his bulletproof
vest, and he couldn’t care less about anyone who spoke or wrote about his relationship with Cindy.

There were still a lot of scenes to film in the afternoon, but Ian still found time to give Cindy a call.



But he had called twice and not once did anyone pick up the line, so he figured that she was still
sleeping.

In truth, he had been a little rough with her that afternoon, but he couldn’t be blamed. They hadn’t seen
much of each other these days, and when he occasionally spent the night home, they didn’t have time
to catch up, either.

They couldn’t even engage conversationally, let alone physically. In the heat of the moment, he had
been aggressively roguish with her, but he thought that was normal, and he certainly did not expect
Cindy to be quite so riled up about it.

When they were all taking a break from filming, Ian was resting on one side of the set when the driver
came over and asked cheekily, “Hey, where’s Cindy? Did she head back home?”

Ian turned to give him a withering look. “You weren’t such a gossip before.”

The driver guffawed. “Technically, I’m not looking for gossip. I’m just concerned for her.”

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