Let Me Stay The Night novel Chapter 242

Christina halted her task and stretched her body. Anyone would feel tired after sitting for the entire day.

Then she thought about finishing a meal quickly before returning to work.

When everyone went downstairs, they realized their male models were sitting in the dining hall.

The director was standing in the middle of the hall with a smile. “In order to better facilitate your inspiration. I invited everyone’s model here. After sharing dinner together, you all are free to do anything you want in the mansion.”

The designers thought the director was doing that for the show,

They didn’t seem to care much because they had gotten used to the director’s antics.

Only the designers who graduated from prestigious schools were more particular about how they appeared on camera. Thus, every time they showed up, they were seen dressed fabulously.

Christina was so hungry that she could only think about food.

The director requested the designers to sit next to their male models to encourage them to interact more.

Promptly, Christina headed to her designated spot next to Francis.

Even though he was merely sitting quietly, it was enough to draw many people’s attention, especially because he was very well-dressed.

Only the bottom three buttons on his white shirt were fastened, so the upper half was left open. As a result, everyone could see his fair, muscular chest. Furthermore, he had a velvet blazer as well as a rose necklace on his slender neck.

When all that paired with his cold yet elegant countenance, he looked like a demon who walked straight out of a fairy tale.

Even with Christina’s beauty standard, she had to admit he was a very charming man. It seems it’s not an exaggeration for the internet to call him the most beautiful man in the entertainment industry.

Francis pulled the chair next to him backward and lifted his eyebrow, “If you stare any longer, you’re going to drool.”

“That’s impossible. I’m famished.” As Christina sat, she shifted her line of sight to the food on the table.

A variety of scrumptious dishes were prepared for dinner by the production crew for the sake of filming.

When the other designers sat down, they would bashfully chat with the male models first or take small bites of pastry to maintain their graceful image.

Meanwhile, Christina didn’t care about any of those. Instead, she just focused on eating. The nearby cameraman filmed her ravenously eating the drumstick in her hand before devouring her pasta.

The other designers cared about their image immensely, which made her stand out, though Francis was unfazed by her actions. Those who weren’t in the know would think she was in an eating competition.

Christina was eating so quickly that she accidentally choked on her food and coughed.

She was thinking about returning to her work as soon as possible because many tasks were still waiting for her, even though the deadline was in two days.

Her mind was occupied by her worries as she ate, which was why she choked.

Caringly, Francis delivered her a glass of lemon juice and gently patted her back. “No one’s fighting with you for food. Just cat slowly. You look like you’ve been abused here.” Since the moment she sat down, the only thing she cared about was the food. She didn’t even pay attention to me, a superstar, as though my handsome face wasn’t as alluring as the plate of pasta placed before her. I have to admit that I do feel a little hurt by this.

“I didn’t eat the whole day. It’s only normal that I’m starving.” Christina pouted. “You should eat too. Later. I want you to try out the shirt so I don’t need to modify anything in the future.”