Let Me Stay The Night

Chapter 297 Watch A Movie

Julia beamed and nodded eagerly. “Remember to drink it while it’s still hot, I’ll head back now.”

Nathaniel glanced at the thermos flask in front of him and picked it up. At once, the strong scent of traditional medicine hit his nostrils.

His allergic reaction caused by misogyny was a vulnerability, a weakness he had to keep hidden. If news of his condition were to spread, it would pose a significant threat to him.

He downed the herbal concoction in one go.

The elevator doors slid open.

Christina was heading to the office with the lunchbox when she ran into Jewel, who had just come out of Madison’s office.

They couldn’t stand the sight of each other.

Christina stared straight ahead, refusing to look at Jewell

When they walked past each other, Jewel couldn’t stop herself from grabbing Christina’s hand. She cast a contemptuous look at the lunchbox and sneered, “Do you think you’re a five–star chef? How dare you cook for Nathaniel?”

Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Christina swiftly pulled back her hand, knowing that the more Jewel grew furious, the calmer she needed to be. “Nathaniel adores my cooking. He always polishes off the dishes I prepare for him.”

Jewel finally grasped the unsettling sensation of witnessing someone speak with the utmost provocation in the calmest demeanor. Christina might appear gentle on the surface, but beneath her façade lay a person armed with sharp thorns.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets as she flushed in anger. “Stop acting all smug. When Nathaniel gets better, he’ll discard you and get a better, prettier, and more efficient wife!”

Christina didn’t understand what she meant. She couldn’t comprehend the meaning behind Jewel’s cryptic statement. Nathaniel had always been in good health, or so she believed. Why was Jewel insinuating. otherwise? Her words seemed like nonsensical ramblings to Christina.

Has she lost her mind after I angered her?

urge to reveal the truth and turned around, fleeing the

her words and walked into

air conditioner running constantly. However, the pungent aroma of the traditional

had parted on a sour note that morning, but

child who had done something wrong. She looked so

eat together?” she asked softly

in Nathaniel’s eyes faded away

the coffee table. Suddenly, she frowned and asked,

some for me earlier, came Nathaniel’s reply. His expression stiffened. He

Christina was oblivious to his strange reaction. She unpacked her lunchbox and

put the file he was holding aside and went

revealing a black vest and crisp white shirt that showcased his muscular body. Christina’s gaze instinctively gravitated

began eating in

had put into preparing the simple, home–cooked dishes made him appreciate

tonight?

his suit jacket, so her cheeks were still crimson. “I… have to meet a client at eight

“Okay.”

Christina settled on

his arms. His hot breath fanned

Christina blinked

identity and demanding work schedule made it difficult for them to do so. By the time he could finally

Christina had stopped making this

earlobe and drawled lazily, “I’m not tired. Let’s pick a

gently brushed against her neck, causing her to recoil instinctively like a frightened kitten. “Okay, let’s make it

her nape spread all over

the back of her neck and nibbled on her neck as though he wanted to devour her

his office. She only got to return to her studio

Christina felt much better after making the trip

afternoon holed up in the tailor room, focusing on her designs. As evening approached, Rayne delivered unexpected news–the client