Chapter 276 A Visit From Frank
Needless to say, the camera was aimed straight at Christina’s desk.
With that. Francis called his a*sistant to pull up the car downstairs.
To his surprise, he had only just hung up the phone when he heard footsteps outside the office, followed by the door opening.
As it turned out, Rayne had received Christina’s call to sign for a fabric delivery back at the office and to put them away neatly.
After waiting around for a while, however, there was still no sign of the delivery man, and all she saw was Francis stepping out of the tailor room.
“Hey, Francis! Why are you still here?” Rayne exclaimed. I thought he had left early since I hadn’t seen him the entire day, but who knew I’d bump into him this late at night? To top it all off, he’s so dreamily handsome! Oh, dear…. I’d probably be too excited to sleep tonight!
Thanks for returning to open the door for me. I’ll be making a move first. Francis replied lazily before putting on his coat and striding out of the office.
Meanwhile, Christina gave Rayne a check–in call once she was back at Scenic Garden Manor.
Upon learning that Francis had left the studio, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That night, the light of the stars illuminated the velvet black sky.
By the time Nathaniel stepped into the bedroom, Christina was already asleep in bed, all freshly showered. and dressed in cartoon–printed pajamas.
Like a kitten exhausted from playing too much, she lay sprawled across the bed, looking so rosy–cheeked and tender that the man wanted to nibble on her.
As Nathaniel undid his tie and swallowed the lump in his throat, he bent down and gently scooped the sleeping lady into his arms.
She instantly melted into his embrace, and Nathaniel couldn’t help but marvel at how soft and delicate she
SEM
Just then, Christina opened her eyes lazily, only to wrap her arms around the man’s neck and kiss him on
the chin.
Gazing at the woman’s alluring countenance, Nathaniel chuckled. “Liar. You weren’t asleep yet, huh?”
“How else would I get you to carry me?” Christina replied as she playfully fluttered her eyelashes.
In actuality, she had fallen asleep earlier but was woken up when she heard the footsteps at the door.
Nathaniel’s smile grew wider by the second. Well, well, well. When did this innocent bunny of mine become such
sly little for?
The next second, he gently flicked her nose and kissed her forehead.
Before long, the moonlight shone through the windows, casting shadows over the couple lying intertwined on the carpet.
Christina completed Linda’s dress in less than a week, and the final touch was to embroider the floral patterns onto it.
Thankfully, she was very patient with hand embroidery, so it was a task she did with confidence and ease.
Sometime later, a few delivery men dropped off several large flower bouquets, each with a congratulatory message on the grand opening.
Thinking that the flowers were from Christina’s friends, Rayne promptly placed them near the entrance.
As soon as the delivery men left, a portly figure strode into the office.
“Hello, sir!” Rayne greeted politely. “Are you here to order custom–made clothes?”
“That’s right. Get your designer here.”
Not wanting to risk offending a man who seemed like a big shot, Rayne quickly called for Christina.
Needless to say, the latter was surprised. After all, it hadn’t been long since the studio opened, so only a handful of people knew about it.
Christina walked out into the lobby and instantly met the man’s gaze.
“Mr. Emerson?”
Huh? What’s he doing here? How did he find out about my studio?
Frank’s eyes went wide like saucers the second he saw the young, attractive woman. “I heard you have excellent craftsmanship, Christina. I’d like you to make a few suits for me,” he said as he looked her up and. down, admiring her slender figure.
He had such a lecherous gaze that even Rayne knew something was amiss.
Oh gosh. This man is up to no good!
Christina, on the other hand, forced a smile. She couldn’t bring herself to reject Frank directly, but at the same time, she knew better than to get involved with a man who had ulterior motives.
“Sorry. I’ve taken on a few large custom orders recently, so it might be a while till I can start on yours. Why don’t you look for another designer, Mr. Emerson? I can recommend you some good ones.”
A look of displeasure immediately washed over Frank’s face.
He had taken the initiative to support Christina’s business, yet she had the gall to turn him down.
“That’s okay. There’s no hurry,” he replied with a dry chuckle. “I can wait,”
With that, Christina had no choice but to relent since she couldn’t find another better reason to turn him down.
“All right. Let me take your measurements first, then. Please follow me to the tailor room.”
Satisfied, Frank got up from his seat and strutted into the room.
Rayne, however, was much too worried to leave Christina alone and quickly followed behind.
Unsurprisingly, her presence didn’t sit well with Frank. “Do you guys have coffee here?” he said while clearing his throat. “Can I get a cup?”
“Yes. I’ll get you one,” Rayne replied as she exchanged glances with Christina and left reluctantly.
Hmph. Based on my experience, Mr. Emerson must be pulling rank to get his dirty pates on Christina. Argh! It doesn’t help that she looks so delicate and helpless. What if he succeeds? Oh, gosh. I’m so worried..
Now that only Frank and Christina were left in the tailor room, the man broke into a leering smile and straightened himself, lifting his arms for Christina to take his measurements. “Sorry to trouble you”
“Not at all.” Christina muttered, her gaze darkening ever so slightly.
Determined to avoid as much direct contact with the man as possible, she had opted for a tailoring ruler instead of her usual soft tape measure.
The nearer Christina got to Frank, the more the latter could smell the light floral fragrance wafting through the air. It was, without a doubt, a most titillating moment for him.
D*mn… She has such a pretty little face and flawless skin. How can anyone not take a liking to her?
“Christina, do you have a boyfriend?” Frank asked curiously.
Oh, I’m sure she does. Why else would she reject my invitation to the shoot? Besides, an attractive woman like her must have many suitors.
“No,” Christina replied with a muffled snort. Ha! Is he about to reveal his true colors?
Upon hearing that, Frank became even more excited and tried to grab the woman’s hand. Unfortunately, he had barely touched her skin when he felt a needle pierce his fingertip.
“Ow, that hurts!”
Frank hastily withdrew his hand, only to realize his finger was bleeding.
Christina, however, feigned ignorance and gasped. “Are you okay, Mr. Emerson? I must’ve accidentally pricked you with my needle.”
A frown instantly creased Frank’s brow. My, my. This girl has kept her guard up pretty well, huh?
Seemingly having lost his patience, he waved his hand in frustration.
He was used to women throwing themselves at him, and it was rare that he’d take the initiative to pursue
one.
To make matters worse, Christina had rejected him countless times, so how could he not be annoyed?
The next second, Frank took a bank card from his pocket and slammed it on the table. There’s three million in this card.”
Christina merely frowned and said nothing.
“I’ve already discussed it with Zele,” Frank added. “If you become my woman, not only will this card be yours, but you’ll also be featured on the magazine cover for the next three issues. Not even Margaret has these perks.”
