Let Me Stay The Night

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.

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

was probably dehydrated from sweating, and his throat felt

bedside table. “Your voice is all raspy. You should hurry up and eat some

carrots arranged into the words

lettuce. The hearty dish seemed to have been prepared with

gazed at the pasta, an enigmatic glint flickering across

assistant called me earlier to tell me it’s your birthday. Why didn’t you

she whipped up the pasta in the pantry in haste. As such, it looked quite

I don’t enjoy celebrating it,” Francis replied with a faint smile that masked

absentmindedly, feeling a little foolish for having made an

this world. Francis held up the bowl and picked up the

so

toward the door, saying, “Get

words echoed in the room after she left

a picture of the pasta before giving it a

since anyone

place with her entourage that fateful day. Chaos erupted as a fierce argument broke out, and he was

day he was denounced

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

his cheeks, and as he reached up to brush it

the sauce of the pasta, filling his empty heart with a warmth

back in the tailor room, engrossed in her work. Once she finished the task at hand, she

still lacking, soshe needed to devise a

it was almost ten o’clock, she wondered if Francis

Christina was tidying her desk, the

left in the studio, she didn’t even

a shadow over her as

fever?” A cold,

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

of surprise crossing her