A Crazy Night (Nathaniel and Christina) novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420 My Hand Slipped

“Where would I have the money to pay for this gown when it’s so expensive?” the sales assistant exclaimed in fear, a stunned look in her eyes.

“Regardless, you were the one who knocked over the cup of coffee,” Sally drawled with a shrug, washing her hands of the matter.

Christina’s crystalline eyes darkened a shade. Calmly taking out a black card, she held it out.

“Bill, please,” she stated coldly.

The two women gaped at her with incredulity brimming in their eyes.

As soon as Sally saw the black card, her expression changed drastically. If I’d known that she had a black card, I would’ve treated her with a better attitude just now and recommended her an even more expensive gown!

She promptly put on an ingratiating smile. “Miss, we can’t possibly have you pay when you weren’t the one who dirtied the gown.”

Radiating a chilly aura, Christina parted her lips a fraction. “I like this gown very much. And I don’t want to repeat myself.”

At her adamance, the two women had no choice but to keep their opinions to themselves.

After the sales assistant had helped to swipe her card through the machine, Christina asked her for a pair

of scissors.

Shortly after, a pair of sewing scissors was brought over.

Christina took it from her. With deft movements, she trimmed the maxi gown stained with coffee into at mini version in no time, baring her fair and slender legs.

Compared with earlier, she appeared more impish and exquisite then.

Returning the pair of scissors, she thanked the sales assistant, who wore an expression of amazement on her face, before spinning on her heel and walking out of the shop.

No sooner had Nathaniel alighted from the car than his gaze was riveted by the alluring figure in front of

him.

As his eyes traveled downward, a pair of snow-white legs entered his line of sight. Hmm, this gown is a bit too short.

“Let’s go.”

Murmuring in acknowledgment, Nathaniel swung open the car door and ushered her into the vehicle. Then, he drove away.

The cocktail reception was at a private clubhouse. The design of the entrance was exceedingly stylish, with two mighty phoenixes on each side. The words “Blue Night” were clearly indicated on the signboard.

As the couple stepped in, a server came forward. He briefly asked a few questions before leading them further in.

“Mr. Forrester is waiting for you inside.” The server opened the door.

Linking arms with Christina, Nathaniel strolled into the room.

In a flash, the initially boisterous private room went noticeably silent.

“It’s been a long time. Nat.”

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A tall figure strode over. The man emanated a strong sandalwood fragrance and was dressed in a high-end suit from a renowned brand with his hair slicked back.

His watch was a classic Rolex, and his mature way of dressing gave others the impression of him being older.

For once, a warm smile bloomed on Nathaniel’s stony face. “When did you come back?”

“I was dragged here the instant I touched down.” The corners of Julian Forrester’s mouth turned up, and they shared a hug.

After they had greeted each other, Julian noticed the beautiful lady beside Nathaniel. “Who is this?”

“This is my wife, Christina Steele,” Nathaniel introduced Christina briefly.

At once, Julian’s eyes lit up. After all, he knew quite a bit about Nathaniel’s matters. “I finally get to meet the mysterious woman who tamed you.”

Hearing that, Christina burst into giggles. He looks mature, but he’s humorous when he speaks!

Subsequently, the three of them sat down. Separated by Nathaniel, Julian poked his head out. “What would you like to drink, Christina?”

Christina swept her gaze around, only to see all kinds of prominent wines. “T’d like an orange juice, please.”

“I’ll get it for you right away!” Julian then ordered a server to get a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice.

Many people came over to toast Nathaniel and talk about the recent stock market with him.

Under the dim lights, their casual conversation inevitably revolved around business.

While they spoke, their gazes were fixed on Nathaniel. At the same time, they took in Christina beside him.

Nathaniel’s long eyelashes were lowered slightly, masking the emotions within his frosty eyes.

He gently swished the wine glass in his hand, his long and slender fingers beyond mesmerizing. Out of the blue, his hand slipped, and the wine in the glass spilled out.

At that moment, Christina had her head lowered. She was reading a text from Rayne when she suddenly sensed a chill on her thighs and noticed a wet patch on her gown.

It would seem that this gown is really not meant to be mine tonight. This is already the second time something spilled

on it.

Nathaniel nonchalantly cast a gaze at the wet gown. “Sorry, but I’ve got to leave. Let’s meet up another day, Julian.”

With that said, he took Christina’s hand and got up to leave.

They just happened to be talking up a storm, but no one dared to persuade him to stay when he wanted to

leave.

“Was Mr. Hadley dissatisfied with the environment tonight? Why did he leave so early?” a wealthy heir at the side wondered.

Having a great interest in the new energy project, they were just short of discussing investing in it. Following Nathaniel’s departure, however, the subject screeched to a halt.

Julian’s lips curved into a grin. “It had nothing to do with the environment. He was jealous.”

While they were talking earlier, they inexorably stared at the figure beside Nathaniel. Not only is Christina pretty and charming, but her fair thighs were even bared for everyone to see. It’d be a miracle if he weren’t jealous!

In the master bedroom at Scenic Garden Manor, Christina snagged a wet tissue and dabbed at the wine stain on her gown.

Unfortunately, the fabric of such a gown could not come into contact with water. Once it was washed, it would lose shape.

Seeing that she seemed fond of the gown, Nathaniel frowned imperceptibly. “I’ll buy you a new one since I dirtied it.”

I’ll buy her the maxi version.

“No, it’s okay.” Christina was wholly oblivious to his petty trick, merely feeling rather distressed that the gown she had just bought had been ruined in less than three hours.

As she stared at the wine stain, realization dawned upon her belatedly.

Narrowing her limpid eyes, she bore them into Nathaniel. “Don’t tell me you deliberately spilled the wine on my gown?”

He’s never been in the habit of swaying his wine glass, yet he purposely did it before me a while ago. Could there be such a coincidence that he accidentally spilled the wine on my gown?