A Crazy Night Novel

Chapter 275 Thanks For Your Concern

Christina took two steps backward and responded matter–of–factly, “What nonsense are you talking about? As your sister–in–law, it’s only right for me to look after you. After all, we’re family. We should stick together and look out for each other.”

Yes, that’s right.

It wasn’t as though she harbored any pity or affection for him.

Francis gazed at her delicate face, a dull look swirling in his eyes. “Thank you for your concern, my dear sister–in–law. I’m rather cold now. Maybe you could warm me up a little with a hug and make me feel more at home?”

At that instant, it was as if a bomb had gone off in her mind, slowing her thinking down

That sounds… wrong.

Troubled by the man’s suggestive words, she felt an impending headache. “You’re cold, huh? I’ll turn on the heating for you. The room will feel as warm as a sauna in no time.”

After turning on the room’s heating, Christina made a hasty retreat

Stepping out of the lounge, she was greeted by a gentle breeze. It was only then that she realized her checks were flushed red.

Francis was indeed a born charmer, and it took her some serious willpower to resist his tantalizing allure.

Back in the lounge, Francis watched as the door closed behind her. He picked up the small, pink, cartoon- patterned blanket that lay on him and pulled it up to his nose. Lying down with the blanket covering half of his face, he felt as if he was cuddling Christina in bed.

A while after taking the medicine, he drowsily fell asleep.

As the brightness outside the window gradually gave way to dusk. Francis woke up to find the room’s heating turned off and the sweat on his forehead wiped away.

The blanket that had been covering his face was now placed on his stomach, probably a precautionary move by Christina to prevent him from suffocating.

Lying in the lounge, surrounded by Christina’s scent, Francis felt strangely content.

Just then, the door creaked open.

Upon seeing him awake, Christina, who was holding a bowl of pasta, was taken aback. “You must be famished. Eat up,” she said.

hoarse, and it took him a while to realize it was

probably dehydrated from sweating, and his throat felt

pasta on the bedside table. “Your voice is all raspy. You

with cut–up strips of carrots

lettuce. The hearty dish seemed to have been prepared with

an

Christina hurriedly explained. “Your assistant called me earlier to tell me it’s your birthday.

and she whipped up the pasta in the pantry in

and besides, I don’t enjoy celebrating it,” Francis replied

nodded absentmindedly, feeling a little foolish

their birthday? It’s an important day that honors one’s birth in this world. Francis held up the bowl and picked up the carrot strips that formed the words “Happy Birthday” with a fork. “Your craftsmanship leaves much

Christina huffed. He’s so ungrateful! I feel so

stalked toward the door, saying, “Get lost once you’re feeling better. This

she left and shut the door behind

out his phone and took a picture of the pasta

a while since

a celebration for him. Julia. barged into their place with her entourage that fateful day. Chaos erupted as a fierce argument broke out, and he was knocked down. His beautiful cake also toppled over and fell on

chaotic birthday party, the day he was denounced as an illegitimate

and over time, everyone else had

at his cheeks, and as he reached up to brush it away, he gralized he

with the sauce of the pasta, filling his empty heart with a warmth he hadn’t felt in a

Once she finished the task at hand, she would be able

soshe needed to devise a

almost ten o’clock, she wondered if Francis fever

Christina was

one else left in the studio, she didn’t even look up

shadow over

fever?” A cold, emotionless

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

head, a flicker of surprise crossing