CHAPTER 242 MANNEQUIN

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.”

“Okay,” said Francis as he gently wiped the oil stain on the edge of her mouth.

She was stunned by the beauty before her eyes and dodged backward. Using tissue paper, she wiped

her mouth. “I can do it myself.”

Nancy, who sat across from Christina, witnessed that scene. I’m Francis’ fan! I’ve loved him for five

years. Why is Christina so lucky? He should be my partner sitting next to me, not her.

Rage bubbled in her heart as a sinister look swirled in her eyes.

As she was quite far away from Christina, the latter didn’t notice the former’s malicious look.

After dinner, Christina brought Francis upstairs.

Upon entering the studio together, she showed him the outfit she had designed. “Give it a try. The size

should be right.” owns all © content.

He glanced at the black shirt.

While he disliked black because he thought the shade was too dark, he didn’t express his opinion.

Instead, he unbuttoned his shirt, allowing the light to illuminate his impressive muscles. His body

emitted the fragrance of Clive Christian’s 1872 cologne. The sandalwood aroma blended with his

body’s scent, and made him smell wonderful.

Christina didn’t notice it earlier because she was focused on her food. However, she could no longer

pretend she saw nothing after he removed his shirt beside her.

In response, she shifted her view away from him, pretending to look for a needle.

Francis wore the shirt and whispered, “The sleeve cuffs are a bit too wide, but everything else is fine.”

I can’t believe she still remembers my measurement. The edges of his lips curved upward

automatically.

“Ah,” replied Christina. I designed the shirt with Nathaniel’s measurements. So, it seems Francis has

thinner wrists.

Seconds later, she took out a measuring tape and made a mark on it. I have two days left. I need to

complete it as soon as possible.

Francis watched Christina focus on her task at the sewing machine, looking as if she had forgotten he

was at her side. Upon approaching her, he leaned toward her. “Are you putting in so much effort

because you’re making it for me?”

His sudden words startled her, making her heart skip a beat. “You’re overthinking it. In my eyes, you’re

just a mannequin, but the difference is that you can speak.”

In other words, she saw him as a tool.

Francis snorted slightly. “Then you’ll be incapable of producing a piece of masterful work. I attend

fashion. events too, and I know designers need to pour their heart into their design if they wish to

create the perfect piece. You need to inject your heart and soul into me in order to design something

magnificent.”

“If you don’t feel anything, perhaps I can help you?” The moment he ended his sentence, he held her

chin. and leaned his lips closer to her.

As he took in Christina’s fragrance, he thought, What a refreshing floral scent. I like it. Also, it seems

she’s not rejecting me this time. Good.

Just as his lips were about to touch Christina’s, a wooden board appeared between them.

“I think you’ve been filming too many television dramas. Even if I’m to inject my soul into something, it’d

be into the clothes and design draft, not you.” Christina pushed Francis away. “All right, you should

return now. I’m busy.”

In an instant, Francis’ demonic, handsome face turned icy. I intentionally dressed well tonight, yet she

still stubbornly rejected me. Is she not moved by my charm at all?