Chapter 353 Is He Ugly
Yosef could no longer contain the secret he had been hiding all this while. He had always admired Christina, but he lacked the courage to express his feelings because he was worried that he would end jeopardizing their relationship and making Christina distance herself from him.
However, he began to panic when he witnessed Christina getting back together with Nathaniel and growing closer to him.
Meanwhile, Nathaniel followed closely behind Christina after she left the hospital.
He did not ask where she was going or what she planned to do. Instead, he merely remained by her sid like a guardian angel.
Christina returned to the studio and went straight to the fabric storage room.
Some rare fabrics were hard to come by, so they would usually stock them up. She wanted to bring son back to the hotel.
As she carefully selected the fabrics, her mind started to envision the designs, meticulously choosing among the a*sortment of materials.
Christina picked up several rolls of lace fabric, each measuring ten meters in length. Her slender figure posed a challenge as she struggled to hold the towering rolls of fabric.
Suddenly, a tall figure approached from behind and took the rolls of fabric from her hands. Christina felt a significant weight lifted off her body.
“Let me.” Nathaniel took over all the rolls of fabric. I was just standing right there, yet she refused to ask me for help. Why is she so stubborn?
Christina wanted to retrieve another two pieces of indigo fabric, but they were placed on the top shelf. Without hesitation, she found a chair and stepped on it.
Before she could steady herself, a cold voice resounded. “Stop right there. What are you doing?”
Christina paused for a moment and blinked her watery eyes before pointing at the two rolls of fabric on the top shelf and saying, “I want to get those fabrics.”
She used to do that herself almost every time while she was working. What’s wrong with that?
Nathaniel noticed the chair was at least fifty centimeters tall. She might get hurt if she falls.
As such, he walked over. “I’ll do it.”
Before Christina could say anything, both her arms were grabbed by Nathaniel, and she was lifted off the chair. Widening her eyes, she froze as he carried her like a child and placed her back down on the floor.
Despite standing at a decent height of a hundred and sixty-five meters, Christina appeared particularly petite next to the towering figure of over one hundred and eighty meters.
Nathaniel walked over and effortlessly grabbed the fabric rolls by standing on tiptoes.
Christina then packed all the tools she needed and left the studio with Nathaniel, who was carrying all the fabric rolls.
Back at the hotel, Nathaniel followed closely behind Christina as they entered the room.
“You can just place the items on the table and then go about your own business,” she said as she entered the room, tidying up her tools and placing them on the desk. She then took out her tablet and began working.
After setting down the rolls of fabric, Nathaniel did not rush to leave. Instead, he found a couch in the corner and sat down.
The two of them shared the same space but maintained a distance from each other.
Christina lifted her head and saw the towering figure standing there, resembling a perfect statue.
“You can go back and rest now, Mr. Bodyguard,” Christina reminded him deliberately.
Yet, the man stood still. “I can rest here.”
Christina wondered if he had caught her trying to sneak out in the morning. Is that why he’s worried?
She cleared her throat. “I won’t run away from you, so don’t worry.”
“You’ve already done that once.” His magnetic voice carried a hint of indifference.
“Fine! Whatever!” Christina ma*saged her temples. He’s indeed keeping an eye on me.
Christina took out a stylus pen and started sketching designs on the tablet.
The fastest way to restore the studio’s reputation was to come up with a new design that could capture the market’s attention.
Immersed in her work, she completely forgot about time.
The mouthwatering aroma of food made her stomach growl when dinner was placed in front of her. Christina lifted her gaze and saw only a single serving of dinner. “Are you not eating, Mr. Bodyguard?”
Nathaniel, who sat right opposite her, shook his head wordlessly, preferring to remain quiet whenever possible.
Unable to resist the tempting aroma of the steak before her, Christina set aside her stylus pen and took a bite of it, savoring its flavors.
She had not seen the man eat the entire day. He had not had breakfast and had been busy since noon, hardly having any food.
Christina remembered how she lost her appetite due to the change in environment when she traveled abroad for the first time. She wondered if Nathaniel was experiencing the same thing.
Despite her unfavorable impression of him, she felt it would be too cruel of her if she was too indifferent. In a gentle voice, she asked, “Are you not hungry, Mr. Bodyguard? Or are you not feeling well?”” Through his sungla*ses, Nathaniel gazed at the woman’s innocent face. He remained silent and shook his
head.
Christina knitted her brows. Why wouldn’t he eat if he’s not feeling unwell? Or is he too embarra*sed to show
himself?
She then arrived at a conclusion. “Mr. Bodyguard, are you too embarra*sed to take off your mask and eat because you’re ugly?”
That question rendered Nathaniel speechless. I’m ugly?
Sensing his silence, Christina became even more convinced of her a*sumption. “Mr. Bodyguard, don’t worry, I won’t make fun of you. Feel free to take off your mask and have your meal.”
As she spoke, she lifted her hand and reached for the bodyguard’s mask.
The two of them sat in close proximity, and as Christina extended her hand without warning, her fingertip hooked the edge of Nathaniel’s mask.
Despite Nathaniel managing to pull himself away in the nick of time, the strap of the mask still snapped.
He held the mask before it could fall off and grew vigilant as he stared at Christina.
Looking at the mask’s strap in her hand, Christina awkwardly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
Before she could finish speaking, Nathaniel turned around and went into the bathroom.
A few moments later, he emerged from the bathroom, wearing two masks on his face.
Christina felt like she was shunned by Nathaniel when he sat on a couch far from her desk.
Nathaniel took out his phone and checked messages while attending to some paperwork. Though working on a phone was not the most convenient, he felt more at ease staying by her side. If I don’t stay here, Yosef might come and bother her.
Time silently pa*sed, and before they realized it, midnight had arrived.
After completing the paperwork, Nathaniel raised his head and saw Christina’s slender figure curled up on the chair with her knees drawn close to her chest like a languid cat. Gripping the stylus pen between her fingertips, she was still sketching on her tablet.
He glanced at the phone and realized it was getting late. Christina had been working for over five hours.
Her unwavering focus indicated that she was not ready to stop.
He got up and walked over.
Christina looked up and saw a masked face looming over her, blocking the light.
The man kept mum and showed him the time on his phone. It was two in the morning.
Christina arched her brows slightly. Is he reminding me to get some rest?
“I just need to touch up a little. It won’t take long,” she said.
Seeing that she had no intention to stop what she was doing, Nathaniel frowned, reached out, and snatched the tablet from her, saving her work and then turning it off.
“What are you doing, Mr. Bodyguard?”
