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.

made this?” Francis was stumped. His voice came out hoarse, and it took him a while to realize

probably dehydrated from sweating, and his throat

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

carrots arranged into the words

seemed to have been

gazed at the pasta, an enigmatic glint

me earlier to tell me it’s your

his birthday, and she whipped up the pasta in the

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

feeling a little foolish for having made

birthday? It’s 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 words

Christina huffed. He’s so ungrateful! I feel so silly for

her heels and stalked toward the door, saying, “Get lost once you’re feeling better. This

after she left and shut

picture of the pasta before giving it a

a while since

that fateful day. Chaos erupted as a fierce argument broke out, and he was knocked down. His beautiful cake also toppled over and fell on the

of his chaotic birthday party, the day he was denounced as an illegitimate child, was forever etched

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

as he reached up to brush it away, he gralized he had

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

tailor room, engrossed in her work. Once she finished the task at hand, she would be able to devote some time to

was still lacking, soshe needed to devise

o’clock, she wondered if Francis fever had

work on time, 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

tall figure cast a shadow over her as steady

a fever?” A

That voice… It’s Nathaniel.

her head, a flicker of surprise crossing her eyes.