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.

Francis was stumped. His voice came out hoarse, and it took him a while to realize it was his own

sweating, and his throat felt

bedside table. “Your voice is all

pasta was covered with cut–up strips of carrots arranged

to have

pasta, an enigmatic glint flickering

me earlier to tell me it’s your birthday. Why didn’t you go back to spend your birthday with Ms.

birthday, and she whipped up the pasta in the pantry in

doesn’t remember my birthday, and besides, I don’t enjoy celebrating it,” Francis replied

little foolish for having made

held up the bowl and picked up the carrot strips that formed

it then!” Christina huffed. He’s so ungrateful! I

pivoted on her heels and stalked toward the door, saying, “Get lost once you’re

in the room after she left and shut the door

his phone and took a picture of the pasta before

a while since

Julia. barged into their place with her entourage that fateful day. Chaos erupted as a fierce argument broke out, and he was knocked down.

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

birthday, and over time, everyone else had come to

reached up to brush it away, he

the pasta,

the tailor room, engrossed in her work. Once she finished the

soshe needed to devise a

it was almost ten o’clock, she

work on time, and as Christina was tidying her

the studio, she didn’t even look up

tall figure cast a shadow over her as steady footsteps

a fever?” A cold, emotionless voice rang

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

of surprise crossing