A Crazy Night Novel

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?

the incoming call was from the supermodel who had rejected her earlier that

rejecting me once not enough? Must she do it

caller had a completely different attitude than earlier in the

this morning, I checked my schedule, and I happen to be free, so I

her ears had deceived her.

your assistant send me an invitation and a

Christina clutched her phone tightly. “Would you be able to attend the rehearsal

What time?”

Christina

tomorrow, then.”

out of bed in excitement as soon as

light while trapped in a bleak abyss. The kind of

Christina opened the door and ran to the bodyguard. “The model who rejected me

that, Nathaniel chuckled lightly.

calm demeanor

her phone rang numerous times

her down earlier that morning changed

help the studio regain its reputation.

See you tomorrow at nine

the last phone call,

They the discussed the next day’s rehearsal and agreed

evening to

by the

don’t end the call now, Mr. Bodyguard will probably

next morning, Christina

the clothes and tools to the backstage of the venue. Now’s the time for Mr. Bodyguard to reach

work as soon as she reached

nothing Nathaniel could help out in terins of needlework, he found an empty seat not far from

slender figure weaving in and our backstage.

hair was casually pulled back into a ponytail, the pink hair tie adding a

waist was even thinner than that of some of the models. She stood in black Yves Saint

of intellectual maturity, and she struck the perfect balance of

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.