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.

stumped. His voice came out hoarse, and it

dehydrated from sweating, and his throat felt extremely

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

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

seemed to have been prepared with great

the pasta, an enigmatic glint flickering across

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

out it was his birthday, and she whipped up the pasta in the pantry in haste. As such, it looked quite

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

little foolish for having made

up the bowl and picked up the carrot strips that

huffed. He’s so ungrateful! I feel

her heels and stalked toward the door, saying, “Get

after she left and shut the door behind

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

a while since

place with her entourage that fateful day.

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

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

at his cheeks, and as he reached

his lips, mixing with the sauce of the pasta, filling

the task at hand, she would be able to

soshe needed to devise

ten o’clock, she wondered

and as Christina was tidying her desk, the

she

figure cast a shadow

a fever?” A cold, emotionless voice rang

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

head, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes. She had