Christina’s phone was face–up on the table, and the screensaver was a photo of her, Lucas, and Camila standing beneath a Ferris wheel.
All three of their adorable faces were beaming with joy.
Nathaniel picked up her phone and opened the call log before snapping a photo. He then sent it to Sebastian along with a text that read: Invite them to participate in Christina’s fashion show, whatever the cost.
Sebastian texted back: Understood, Mr. Hadley.
Nathaniel then placed the phone down. Even if he tried, he could not get angry seeing her sleeping face.
He walked up to the bed and draped a blanket over Christina, doing it very gently for fear that he would wake her up.
Christina was not in deep slumber, so she opened her eyes as soon as she felt her body warming up slightly, just in time to see the bodyguard covering her with a blanket.
The distance between them was so small that she seemed to be able to see the pair of deep eyes behind the sunglasses.
Christina was slightly taken aback, her surprise evident on her visage. I thought Mr. Bodyguard was angry because of our quarrel just now. Why would he still drape a blanket over me?
Her gaze made Nathaniel feel somewhat nervous and even more worried that she would recognize him.
Thus, he quickly straightened his back and explained. Mr. Hadley instructed me to take good care of you.”
“You’re truly dedicated to your job,” Christina remarked, chuckling lightly.
Nathaniel merely hummed before walking over to the couch to take a seat.
They basically maintained this distance when Christina was not moving about.
She continued working until Nathaniel promptly reminded her to go to bed at midnight.
After the previous night’s embarrassment, Christina did not bother arguing with him, simply rising from her seat and returning to her room after saving the data
She was still worrying about the fashion show as she lay in bed. The guests aren’t confirmed yet. Is there no choice but to call it off….
Just then, her phone rang.
Who is calling me at this hour?
Christina picked up her phone to find that the incoming call was from the supermodel who had rejected her earlier that morning.
Is rejecting me once not enough? Must she do it again?
When Christina answered it, she found that the caller had a completely different attitude than earlier in the day.
“Christina, regarding your invitation this morning, I checked my schedule, and I happen to be free, so I can attend your opening show,” the supermodel stated cheerfully.
For a brief moment, Christina thought that her ears had deceived her. “Are you absolutely sure?” she
“Of course. Please have your assistant send me an invitation and a contract.”
“Will do. I’ll send them over momentarily.” Christina clutched her phone tightly. “Would you be able to attend the rehearsal and fitting tomorrow?” she inquired.
“No problem. What time?”
“Nine o’clock,” Christina replied.
“See you tomorrow, then.”
Christina sprang out of bed in excitement as soon as she got off the phone.
She felt as if she had been hit by a ray of light while trapped in a bleak abyss. The kind of emotion she was experiencing was truly indescribable.
Desperately needing to share her feelings with someone at that very moment, Christina opened the door and ran to the bodyguard. “The model who rejected me this morning has agreed to attend our fashion show.”
After hearing that, Nathaniel chuckled lightly. Sebastian is pretty efficient.
“Is that so? That’s great.” His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to her excitement.
Suddenly, her phone rang numerous times in a row.
Everyone who had turned her down earlier that morning changed their minds and agreed to attend her fashion show.
Having them on board would surely help the studio regain its reputation.
“All right… See you tomorrow at nine for the rehearsal
By the time Christina ended the last phone call, her confidence level was at an all–time high.
She promptly broke the good news to Ginny. They the discussed the next day’s rehearsal and agreed to explain the imitation clothing issue after the show.
Ginny decided to compile all the information into a video that evening to make it easier for people to understand when the time came.
It was almost two in the morning by the time they finished discussing all the details.
If I don’t end the call now, Mr. Bodyguard will probably come over and take my phone away.
The next morning, Christina got up early.
She intended to move all the clothes and tools to the backstage of the venue. Now’s the time for Mr. Bodyguard to reach his full potential. It would be a waste not to have such a big guy help me move things.
Christina got to work as soon as she reached the venue,
Since there was nothing Nathaniel could help out in terins of needlework, he found an empty seat not far from Christina and sat down.
He then observed her slender figure weaving in and our backstage.
Christina’s hair was casually pulled back into a ponytail, the pink hair tie adding a touch of softness to her profile.
Her waist was even thinner than that of some of the models. She stood in black Yves Saint Laurent high heels, her figure forming a graceful curve from head to toe.
At some point, she exuded an added sense of intellectual maturity, and she struck the perfect balance of seeming playful yet classy, giving people the impression that she was strong and dependable.
Christina set up a rehearsal for the models to try on the outfits for the show, and there were still necessary alternations to be made to the clothing’s looseness.
She worked till nighttime, only stopping when she was certain that everything was in order.
Tomorrow night is the opening of the show. This is the first battle for the revival of the studio. I can’t afford to make any mistakes and must complete it well.
After work, she bought dinner and headed to the hospital to visit Yosef.
Nathaniel was reluctant to go, but he still went along with hier.
Later at the hospital, the doctor stated that Yosef was recovering well and could go home to rest since he was fine.
However, he was still wearing a plaster cast over his jaw so he had to be extremely cautious when eating.
Worried that he might injure himself if he moved too much, Christina offered, “Let me feed you.”
Yosef gazed at her sweet and innocent face and responded, “Okay.”
Nathaniel, who stood nearby, was displeased and stepped forward to stand between the two of them. “I’ll do it.”
Christina stared at him dubiously. “Don’t you take action again.”
The scene of him hitting someone was still replaying in her mind. The vicious manner in which he threw those blows was terrifying. Nathaniel would probably be similar to him if he got angry. Tsk. Why did I think about Nathaniel again?
Christina opened the takeout container and handed Nathaniel the bowl of oatmeal inside.
The latter took it with disdain in his heart.
What right does Yosef have to let me feed him? However, the image of Christina feeding Yosef intimately irritated him even more.
Nathaniel scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal and shoved it into Yosel’s mouth.
It was so hot that the latter yelped and hurriedly spit out the oatmeal in his mouth, “Are you trying to kill
me? It hurts…”
Yosef’s jaw jerked as he spoke agitatedly, triggering a pain so intense that he dared not speak anymore and could only glare at Nathaniel in anger and frustration.
I’m certain this man had a grudge against me in his previous life. Otherwise, why would he hurt me repeatedly?
Christina rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Let me do it!
She stepped forward to take the bowl of oatmeal, but Nathaniel dodged her hand and would not give it to
Yosef’s heart was in his throat as he observed the bowl of piping hot oatmeal wobbling in front of him. “That’s enough. Stop fighting over the bowl. I’ll eat it myself!” he exclaimed.