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?

look clouded Yosef’s face. From the way he pursed his lips and scrunched his brows,

of the imitation clothing incident. But we can clarify the

see the need to sell off the fruit of their many years of hard labor just because of a minor

other designer and asked the latter to leave as he had something to say to

left, he lightly patted her shoulder and spoke in less fluent Chanacan, “Try to convince

toward Yosef. “Can you tell me the reason

“Christina, I’m in a dilemma too. I received a call from Sebastian this morning saying that he

news struck Christina like a bolt

of loud noises rang out in

Christina finally registered what she just heard, she saw Nathaniel’s punch had landed on Yosef’s lower jaw. Howling in

you doing, Mr. Bodyguard!” Christina regained her senses and immediately

spat through gritted

would never use someone’s life to

turned to look at Yosef. “Are you all

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

slender shoulders and supported him as

almost leaning on each

anger deep inside Nathaniel earlier turned into jealousy

have tons of ways to run

it was wrong to

his tightened grip. The eyes behind his shades had turned bloodshot, and his aura

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

suppressed his burning fury and trailed

footsteps, and when he got nearer to the

glare. Is this Mr. Bodyguard thinking of

she saw Nathaniel placing Yosef’s arm around his shoulders and helping him walk

Nathaniel was so close to him at that moment that his formidable