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

dehydrated from sweating, and his throat felt

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

strips of carrots arranged into the

The hearty dish seemed to have been

an

hurriedly explained. “Your assistant called me earlier to tell me it’s your birthday. Why didn’t

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

celebrating it,” Francis replied

nodded absentmindedly, feeling a little

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

Christina huffed. He’s so ungrateful! I feel

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

in the room after she

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

been a while since anyone had celebrated

his tenth birthday when his mother and father threw a celebration for him. Julia. barged into their place with her entourage that fateful day. Chaos erupted as a

the day he was denounced as

birthday, and over time, everyone else had come to

sensation prickled at his cheeks, and as he reached up to brush

pasta, filling his empty heart with

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

soshe needed to

o’clock, she wondered if Francis fever

and as Christina was tidying her desk, the tightly shut door

no one else left in the studio, she didn’t

figure cast a shadow over her as steady

fever?” A cold, emotionless voice rang

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

lifted her head, a flicker of surprise crossing her