Let Me Stay The Night

Chapter 356 Progress At The Venue 

Nathaniel lowered his gaze. Even through his shades, he could tell the woman’s fair skin was almost glowing.

Leaping up, Christina tried to snatch back the plug from him.

Nathaniel promptly raised his arm. Given the difference in their heights, all he had to do was hold the plug at an angle Christina could not reach.

“Don’t push it, Mr. Bodyguard! I’m an adult, and I deserve the right to work up to whatever time I please.” Folding her arms, Christina glared at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

I am not a child. Why should I abide by set hours?

Nathaniel hesitated upon hearing her words but still insisted that she took a break after giving it some thought.

She has been up since dawn working without any breaks. It is now midnight, and she still wants to keep going. Even worse, it’s for Yosef’s studio. If I had known, I would have bought that damned studio and decimated it on the spot. That way, Christina wouldn’t have anything to meddle in.

Christina folded her arms. Her beady gaze remained fixed on him, a hint of anger flitting across it. “Consider this your last warning to give it back, or I’m going to be nasty.”

She looked like a kitten rearing to strike. As she did not look the least bit threatening, Nathaniel was unaffected.

Christina became completely enraged at his nonchalance.

Lunging suddenly, she bit the back of Nathaniel’s hand and glared at him. “Give it to me.”

His brows creased. The kitten even knows how to bite when angered.

He gazed down at Christina. Though she bit down as hard as she could, it felt like the sting of an ant.

Christina was still intent on retrieving the plug. When he did not look as if he was going to cooperate, she clamped down harder.

She thought he would relent, but a warm, gentle palm stroked her head. He ran his scorching fingertips through her hair like one would caress a beloved pet.

Starting off as the aggressor, Christina suddenly found herself his captive.

Hold on. What happened?

She blinked. Upon regaining her senses, she jumped away as if she was electrocuted before fixing him with a wary glare. What did he just do? Did he treat me like a child?

Nathaniel had forgotten who he was supposed to be; he could not help touching her when he noticed how charmingly innocent she looked.

“I’m going back to bed.”

Without another word, Christina bolted.

She ran into the bedroom and flipped the lock shut with a deft flick of her wrist.

Then, she threw the covers over herself, feeling most annoyed.

The following day, Nathaniel brought breakfast and set it down on the desk in the office. He gently rapped on the table by way of alerting Christina, who was still working furiously.

A knock came from the door, and Nathaniel strode over to open it.

Dressed in a black, breezy–looking dress, Ginny was holding some scrumptious breakfast in her hands. “Have you had breakfast, Mr. Bodyguard?” she asked pointedly.

Nathaniel grimaced at the overwhelming scent of her perfume. He took several steps backward, shook his head, and turned back into the room.

Ginny’s smile froze on her face. She felt as if her enthusiasm had been rudely doused. However, it did not ‘extinguish despite his indifference.

She followed him in.

After laying down the meal, she turned to the tall figure. “Which would you like to eat, Mr. Bodyguard?”

Nathaniel did not answer. Instead, he sat down on the couch in the corner.

Christina frowned. “Ginny, do you really…”

Ginny nodded in earnest.

“What’s there to like? He’s like a block of ice!” Christina could not comprehend how the heroic act from the night before had managed to capture Ginny’s heart, making her head over heels for the man.

Ginny patted Christina on the shoulder. “You don’t date. You never even noticed Yosef having a crush on you after all this time. What would you know about love?”

The tips of Christina’s ears grew red. She chided the other woman to get back to work as there was plenty to do.

“Have you booked the venue, Christina?” Ginny asked.

Usually, it was the assistant who would deal with matters like finding a venue. Schweiß

“Yes, I have, which I have relegated to the planning team. We’ll head over to check out the site in a while.” Christina kept her attention fixed on her needlework.

“After we deal with the matter of the venue, we still need some famous names to make and… that remains a big problem,” Ginny said, worried.

Christina froze in her work. “Leave that to me.”

Ginny nodded, then went about with her duties,

appearance,

That afternoon, Christina contacted the person in charge of the planning team to examine the venue.

Situated in a large field in the middle of the city, the venue did not come cheap. However, Christina deemed the location satisfactory, NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

When she exited the hotel, Nathaniel followed closely behind as though she was a child in need of constant parental surveillance. It was as if he feared the possibility of her going missing.

By the time she arrived, Christina realized that the contractors had done nothing else at the venue other than clear out a space.

Aside from several rows of seats, the field was vacant.

In its emptiness, it served her no better than an abandoned ruin.

“What is the problem here?” Christina interrogated the contractor hired to set the stage. “I contacted you three days ago, and you don’t even have something as basic as the scaffolding put up!”

“It’s not our fault! We’ve been getting too many orders, and we can’t cope,” the contractor explained in rapid Ferropenian.

Noticing that he was dealing with a tiny Aplothian woman, he did not bother to take Christina seriously.

The contractor knew very well that Christina was doing a fashion show. He scanned the petite woman up and down and told her in a voice laced with scorn, “The famous designer, Menair, is organizing a fashion show close by. I would reschedule if I were you.”

Christina grew irate, and her expression darkened.

It was because of the prejudice of the contractors that they opted to handle a later job despite receiving Christina’s first.

However, it was a decision the contractor would instantly regret. The woman, no taller than his shoulder, brought over a stool, stood atop it, and directed her warning glare at him. “I don’t care how many jobs you’ve taken on, you promised me you would get this done within five days. You will meet your deadline. Otherwise, I’ll sue your company for breach of contract!”

It was not Christina’s first encounter with something of this nature. After some prior experiences, she would add the clause to penalize her partners for breaching the contracts they had agreed upon by paying a hefty fee if they were to fail to deliver their goods or services on time.

The contractor froze in surprise at her proclamation, having initially planned to delay her job and finish the work contracted by others first.

Dubiously, he produced their agreement and realized that there was such a clause.

Christina fished out her phone and dialed the number of the owner of the contracting company. “Are you going to get to work, or do I have to call your boss and turn you in?”

The contractor flushed crimson, Staring daggers at Christina, he made up his mind to warn her fiercely not to meddle.

He took a step closer but found himself stopped by the towering figure behind her.