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.

His voice came out hoarse, and it took him a while

was probably dehydrated from sweating, and

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

was covered with cut–up strips of carrots arranged into the words “Happy Birthday” with

hearty dish seemed to have been prepared with

pasta, an

that Francis might misunderstand his intention, Christina hurriedly explained. “Your assistant called me earlier to tell me it’s

birthday, and she whipped up the pasta in the pantry in haste. As such,

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

feeling a little foolish for having made an

and picked up the carrot strips that formed the words “Happy Birthday” with a fork.

He’s so ungrateful! I feel so silly for

toward the door, saying, “Get lost once you’re

echoed in the room after she left and shut the door

pulled out his phone and took a picture of the

been a while since anyone had celebrated

her entourage that fateful

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

had avoided celebrating his birthday, and over time, everyone else had come to ignore

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

pasta, filling his empty heart with

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

was still lacking, soshe needed to

was almost ten o’clock, she wondered

and as Christina was tidying her desk,

in the studio, she didn’t even look up as she asked in an impassive tone, “Is your

cast a shadow over

a fever?” A cold, emotionless voice

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

of surprise crossing her eyes. She had