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 to realize it was his own

dehydrated from sweating, and his throat felt extremely

the bedside table. “Your voice is all raspy. You should hurry

cut–up strips of carrots arranged into the words “Happy

seemed to have

at the pasta, an

misunderstand his intention, Christina hurriedly explained. “Your assistant called me earlier to tell me it’s your birthday. Why didn’t you go back to spend your birthday with Ms.

out it was his birthday, and she whipped up the pasta in the

and besides, I don’t enjoy celebrating it,” Francis replied with a faint smile

absentmindedly, feeling a little

Francis held up the bowl and picked up the carrot strips that formed the words “Happy Birthday” with a fork. “Your craftsmanship

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

the door, saying, “Get lost once

room after she left and shut the door behind

and took a picture of the pasta before giving

while since anyone

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 fierce argument broke out, and he was knocked down. His

was denounced as an illegitimate child, was forever etched in his

over time, everyone else had

and as he reached up

onto his lips, mixing with the sauce of the pasta, filling his empty heart with a warmth he hadn’t felt in a

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

lacking, soshe needed

was almost ten o’clock, she wondered if Francis fever had

work on time, and as Christina was tidying her

was no one else left in the studio, she didn’t even look up as she asked in an

shadow

having a fever?” A

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes. She