A Crazy Night Novel

As the end of working hours approached, Christina walked up to Nathaniel’s desk and gently knocked on the surface with the back of her hand. “It’s almost time to get off work now. Please put your unfinished work on hold.”

Nathamel looked up. His brows twitched slightly.

Christina wore a white blouse with the hem of her clothes tucked into her skirt. The edge of her skirt sat just above her knees, giving her a sensual yet dignified appearance.

Her long, black hair fell to her waist, making her figure seem exceptionally slender.

He wondered how terrific it would be if she dressed like that daily and worked for him as his secretary.

Noticing the lack of response, she strode over. “What are you daydreaming about? It’s time to go back to the Hadley residence and pick up our son.”

Nathaniel reached out and wrapped his arm around her slim waist, pulling her into his embrace.

“I’m tired. Give me a massage,” he drawled in his magnetic and enticing voice.

Her mind was occupied with the task of picking up her son, so she had no choice but to comply and give him a quick massage.

She exerted just the right amount of strength with her fingertips, and the combination with the faint fragrance emanating from her wrist invoked great comfort within him.

Nathaniel felt significantly relaxed. Only then was he willing to put down his work and leave.

Upon returning to Scenic Garden Manor, Camila held Christina’s hand and said, “Mommy, can I learn dancing?”

Camila was almost four and was beginning to show interest in girly things.

“Sure. What kind of dance do you want to learn? Mommy will sign you up.” Christina lifted Camila in her arms and kissed her face.

Camila smiled sheepishly. “I want to learn ballroom dancing, can I?”

“Of course you can,” Christina agreed.

Camila was delighted. She slid down from her mother’s arms and ran into the dining room.

Stepping on a stool, she poured a glass of water and trotted back to Christina. “Here, Mommy.”

Christina received the glass of water and took a sip. Even if it was just plain water, it tasted good because her daughter had poured it for her.

Even at such a young age, Camila knew how to please others.

some truth to the saying that spending effort on children

dance section of the kindergarten. “I want to sign Camila up

follow me to make the payment. The teacher led the two to the cashier.

fifty-eight thousand for a month’s fee,”

while taking out her bank card. “A month? It’s

found it barely acceptable if the fee was

most professional tutors to provide the lessons, so it’s absolutely worth the price.”

Christina felt her heart ache to have to spend that hefty sum, she didn’t hesitate after seeing the anticipatory look

her bag. “Please charge my card for a year’s fees.”

No

the card. After a few

teacher handed Christina a new dance dress and shoes. “She would need to change into this outfit, and we

up. I want to put them on.”

more and more fond of looking pretty.

Christina also tied up her daughter’s hair,

too. That’s

a honey-tongued girl! Christina led Camila into

with girls around Camila’s age. Behind

children formed a line and swayed to the music, following the tutor’s guidance. Christina captured Camila’s cute moments with her phone and watched her daughter for a while before leaving.

she reached the office, it was time for a

as soon as she got to the office

room without even having the time to take a sip

room was tense and gloomy.

Rockfort, do you take your work seriously? Can you explain how an eight million endorsement turned into eighty million? This doesn’t match the amount Mr. Hadley

pricing would never happen at this

room opened the copies of the document and browsed

this document to me, so how could

glances, clearly fathoming that the

and read the content. It

daily, so it wouldn’t be

also double-checked such a crucial document.

someone knew about the error

mistake.” Christina couldn’t avoid shouldering the blame for the error.

she should be held accountable.”

instantly shifted their attention to

tenfold difference, which