Let Me Stay The Night

Chapter 242 Mannequin

Christina halted her task and stretched her body. Anyone would feel tired after sitting for the entire day.

Then she thought about finishing a meal quickly before returning to work.

When everyone went downstairs, they realized their male models were sitting in the dining hall.

The director was standing in the middle of the hall with a smile. “In order to better facilitate your inspiration. I invited everyone’s model here. After sharing dinner together, you all are free to do anything you want in the mansion.”

The designers thought the director was doing that for the show,

They didn’t seem to care much because they had gotten used to the director’s antics.

Only the designers who graduated from prestigious schools were more particular about how they appeared on camera. Thus, every time they showed up, they were seen dressed fabulously.

Christina was so hungry that she could only think about food.

The director requested the designers to sit next to their male models to encourage them to interact more.

Promptly, Christina headed to her designated spot next to Francis.

Even though he was merely sitting quietly, it was enough to draw many people’s attention, especially because he was very well-dressed.

Only the bottom three buttons on his white shirt were fastened, so the upper half was left open. As a result, everyone could see his fair, muscular chest. Furthermore, he had a velvet blazer as well as a rose necklace on his slender neck.

that paired with his cold yet elegant countenance, he looked like a demon who walked straight out

a very charming man. It seems it’s

chair next to him backward and lifted his eyebrow, “If you stare any

famished.” As Christina sat, she shifted her line of sight

prepared for dinner

they would bashfully chat with the male models first or take small

just focused on eating. The nearby cameraman

though Francis was unfazed by her actions. Those who weren’t in the know would

was eating so quickly that she accidentally choked on her

her work as soon as possible because many tasks were still waiting for her,

her worries as she

a glass of lemon juice and gently patted her back. “No one’s fighting with you for food. Just cat slowly. You look like you’ve been abused here.” Since the moment she sat down, the only thing she cared about was the food. She didn’t even pay attention to me, a superstar, as though

“You should eat too. Later. I want you to try out the shirt so I don’t need to modify anything in the

wiped the oil stain on the edge of

the beauty before her eyes and dodged backward. Using tissue paper, she wiped her

from Christina, witnessed that scene. I’m Francis’ fan! I’ve loved him for five years. Why is Christina so lucky? He should be my partner sitting next

her heart as a sinister look swirled

away from Christina, the latter didn’t

dinner, Christina

she showed him the outfit she had designed. “Give it a try. The size should

at the

too dark, he didn’t express his opinion. Instead, he unbuttoned his shirt, allowing the light to illuminate his impressive muscles. His body emitted the fragrance of Clive Christian’s 1872 cologne. The sandalwood aroma blended with

However, she could no longer pretend she saw nothing after he removed his shirt

view away from him, pretending to look for