Let Me Stay The Night

The studio was on the fifteenth floor of an office building in the city center.

An enthusiastic Granatanolan lady was at the reception counter when Christina walked in. As soon as the former lifted her gaze, she recognized the latter.

The woman politely welcomed Christina and greeted her in fluent Granatanolan, “Where did you go, Christina? I thought you wouldn’t come back again.”

Everyone at the studio knew Christina was back in her home country to hold a fashion show. However, she did not return to the studio even after several months had passed, and neither did anyone manage to reach her. Naturally, everyone thought she had found a new job.

Christina smiled. “How can that be? This studio is partially my blood, sweat, and tears too.”

Having stayed abroad for many years, she had placed almost her entire fashion career in that studio. She was not someone who would give up easily.

“Where’s Yosef?” she asked.

“Mr. Gunther is inside. You can head in.”

– Christina walked into the studio with Nathaniel. The furnishing and decorations inside radiated artistic vibes, and she even spotted her own artwork.

Meanwhile, Yosef was in the middle of a meeting with a famous designer in the conference room.

However, the atmosphere was not too great.

As Christina knocked on the door and entered, she met with the grumpy gazes of the two who had just argued.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

The famous designer loosened his floral necktie. “Ask Yosef yourself. He says he wants to sell the studio.”

“What? You want to sell the studio?” Christina’s face fell almost instantaneously.

When they first started the studio, they promised each other they would become the most renowned brand in the fashion industry. We’ve put so much effort and energy into it. How can we possibly bear to sell it just like this?

lips and scrunched his brows, it

imitation clothing incident. But we can clarify the truth, release a statement, or move the hearts of our customers with higher quality works,

did not see the need to sell off the fruit of their

the latter to leave as he had something

patted her shoulder and spoke in less fluent Chanacan,

shut, Christina shifted her gaze toward

call from Sebastian this morning saying that he wants to buy the studio. I objected, but he used my parents’ safety

bolt

even uttered a word, a series of loud noises rang out in front of

had landed on Yosef’s lower jaw. Howling in pain, the latter staggered

regained her senses and

slander!” Nathaniel spat through

to work on the acquisition, but he would never use someone’s

at Yosef. “Are you

corner of his mouth. Wrath was apparent in his eyes as he glowered at the blonde man before him. Why does this man feel more and more like Nathaniel the longer I look at

shoulders and supported him as they walked toward

were almost leaning on

inside Nathaniel earlier turned into jealousy at this

hitting him again, I won’t let you follow me anymore. I have tons of ways to run away from you.” Christina whipped her head around,

thought it was wrong to hit people, regardless of the

clenched his fists tight discreetly. His chiseled knuckles were giving off cracking sounds because of his tightened grip. The eyes behind his shades had turned bloodshot, and his aura was as terrifying as a

knew well that if he made a move again, he would not be able to stay by Christina’s side till she returned to

retreating backs, Nathaniel suppressed his burning

when he got nearer to the

fierce glare. Is this Mr. Bodyguard

placing Yosef’s arm around his shoulders and

so close to him at that moment that his formidable aura