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?

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

rejecting me once not enough? Must

that the caller had a completely different attitude than earlier in the day.

to be free, so I can attend your opening show,” the supermodel stated cheerfully.

ears had

have your assistant send me an

“Would you

problem. What time?”

Christina replied.

tomorrow,

in excitement as soon as she got off the

light while trapped in a

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

chuckled lightly. Sebastian is

so? That’s great.” His calm demeanor was a stark contrast to her

numerous times

who had turned her down earlier that morning changed their minds and agreed

help the

you tomorrow at nine for

last phone call,

the next day’s rehearsal and agreed to explain the imitation clothing issue after the show.

evening to make it easier for people to understand

the morning by the time they finished discussing all

end the call now, Mr. Bodyguard will probably come

morning, Christina got

venue. Now’s the time for Mr. Bodyguard to reach his full potential. It

got to work as soon as she

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

her slender figure

into a ponytail, the pink hair tie adding

than that of some of the models. She stood in black Yves Saint Laurent high heels, her figure forming a graceful curve

some point, she exuded an added sense of intellectual maturity, and she struck the perfect balance of seeming playful yet classy, giving people

the outfits for the show,