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.

and it took him a while to realize it was his

sweating,

bedside table. “Your voice is all raspy. You

cut–up strips of carrots arranged into the

hearty dish seemed to have been prepared with

at the pasta, an enigmatic glint flickering across his

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

just found out it was his birthday, and she whipped up the pasta in the pantry in haste.

enjoy celebrating it,” Francis replied with a faint smile that masked his

absentmindedly, feeling a little foolish for

this world. Francis held up the bowl and picked up the carrot strips that formed the words “Happy Birthday” with a fork. “Your craftsmanship

then!” Christina huffed. He’s so

on her heels and stalked toward the door, saying, “Get lost

after she left

pulled out his phone and took a picture of the pasta before giving

had been a while since anyone had celebrated his

harked back to his tenth birthday when his mother and father threw a celebration for him. Julia. barged into their place with her entourage that fateful

his chaotic birthday party, the day he was denounced as

his birthday, and over time, everyone else had come to ignore the day as

as he reached up to brush it away, he gralized he had shed

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

work. Once she finished the task at hand, she would

marketing was still lacking, soshe needed to devise a better

ten o’clock, she wondered

time, and as Christina was tidying

since there was no one else left in the studio, she didn’t even look up as she asked in an

tall figure cast a shadow over her as

A cold, emotionless

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

lifted her head, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes. She had assumed it was