Chapter 218

Yes, she hesitated.

Opportunities like this were something she had always longed for, and now that it was within her grasp, was she really going to let it slip away?

Even though it was because of William that she got this chance, they could indeed help her studio grow quickly.

With these collaborations, it would be easier to land bigger projects in the future.

In the end, Christina couldn't bring herself to make those calls.

Frustrated, she ruffled her hair and went back to bed to sleep with her child.

Meanwhile, William was listening to his assistant's report, his brow furrowed deeply.

"Are their projects really this simple?"

He was referring to the people at the dinner table that day.

He had promised them an opportunity, and now he was reviewing their contracts.

The first one was decent and had already been signed, but the subsequent ones were of poor quality. The company had been too busy to deal with them until now.

"They said if you're not satisfied, they can revise it."

The assistant spoke cautiously, "And they also mentioned they've done what they were supposed to, so they hope Mr. Cavendish won't be disappointed."

"Are they threatening me? Remind them that I didn't ask for their help, and they shouldn't use non-existent matters to threaten me. I won't collaborate on unsuitable projects, no matter who it is."

"Yes, sir." The assistant was about to leave when William's voice stopped him again. "By the way, after you send those messages, you can call it a day. It's getting late."

"Thank you, Mr. Cavendish. You should head home early too."

After the assistant left, William rubbed his temples wearily and opened his computer to check on Christina's studio.

To be honest, Christina alone couldn't compete with the other companies.

William discreetly leaked some of their previous work anonymously.

This indirectly boosted Christina's studio's capabilities.

In the past, he would have made sure everyone knew it was his doing.

But knowing Christina, she would resist if she found out he was behind it.

So he had to do it anonymously.

He glanced at Christina's social media profile one last time before shutting down his computer.

As he grabbed his coat and stepped out of his office, his phone rang with a call from a friend.

"Are you busy the day after tomorrow?"

"What's up?"

Hearing his friend's voice, William had a feeling it wasn't anything good.

"Well, I have to go on a business trip, and my wife has an emergency. Can you take my son to his school sports day?"

William raised an eyebrow. "A sports day for kindergarten? Are you using me as your free babysitter?"

"Don't worry, if you help me this time, I'll be there for you whenever you need me."

William pretended to refuse, but he found the kid quite adorable. Plus, the mention of the sports day made him think of Christina.

He wondered if Christina would be there too.

"Alright, but you owe me one." His tone turned lazy at the thought.

"You agreed?" His friend sounded surprised, half-jokingly adding, "I thought I'd have to offer more conditions."

"I didn't say I wouldn't ask for conditions. We'll discuss them later. I'm hanging up now."

Thinking about the sports day, his mood improved significantly.

The next day, he was unusually pleasant during meetings.

After the meeting, his employees exchanged puzzled glances and whispered among themselves once he left.

"What's gotten into Mr. Cavendish?"

"No idea, but it must be something really good."

"Yeah, he's been in such a foul mood lately, even the best proposals weren't good enough for him."

"But today, he actually told us to take our time and think things over. It's unbelievable."

"Totally."

"What are you guys talking about?"

William had rushed out and forgotten his phone, overhearing their conversation as he returned.

Everyone quickly shook their heads. "Nothing, Mr. Cavendish. We were discussing the proposal."

"No rush, just have it ready by Monday. Don't be as hasty as before."

His tone remained calm, and everyone was stunned by his gentleness. It wasn't until he left that they realized they hadn't responded to him.

But it didn't seem to matter much now.

Christina had just finished a meeting and returned to her office when her phone chimed.

It was a message from the teacher in the class group chat.

The school was hosting a parent-child sports day tomorrow.

If possible, both parents were encouraged to attend and create wonderful childhood memories for their kids.

Reading the message, Christina fell into deep thought.

She decided to finish her work today and take a day off tomorrow.

After sketching out her designs, she handed them to her team for final touches.

"Finish these details tomorrow. I won't be coming in, and you can leave early once you're done. No need to work late."

She had announced this in the meeting earlier, surprising but pleasing everyone.

Given the current situation, their studio had a bright future.

They had secured many collaborations and even found new directions and ideas.

Christina picked up Harper from school as usual.

"Mom, are you coming to the sports day with me tomorrow?"

On the way home, Harper's sweet voice came from the back seat.

"Of course."

That evening, they had dinner, read stories, and went to bed late.

"I don't want to wear this. I want to wear the same color as Mom."

In the end, they chose matching outfits before bed.

The next morning, Christina let Harper sleep in.

They arrived at the kindergarten, laughing, at around 9:30.

At the entrance, Harper greeted her friends.

The sports day started with preparations and introductions, creating a lively atmosphere.

After Harper finished greeting her friends, Christina took her to the field and found a seat.

But the seats were too close together.

As Christina pulled out a chair, she accidentally bumped into the person behind her.

She turned to apologize.

"Sorry, did I bump into you?" She found herself staring into familiar eyes.

William's deep voice responded.

"No worries, you didn't."

Christina didn't say anything, feeling rather unlucky.

"Oh, Tobias, you're sitting here too!"

Harper, hearing Christina greet someone, turned around.

She greeted Tobias, who was sitting next to William.

"Harper, the cookies you gave me yesterday were delicious. Next time, I'll treat you to something, and Dad Cavendish will buy it for me."

Children's friendships were simple, and they had met through a snack exchange.

"Sure, my mom made those cookies. They were really good."

Their conversation made Christina feel very awkward.