A Crazy Night

Chapter 297

Chapter 297 Watch A Movie

Julia beamed and nodded eagerly. “Remember to drink it while it’s still hot, I’ll head back now.”

Nathaniel glanced at the thermos flask in front of him and picked it up. At once, the strong scent of traditional medicine hit his nostrils.

His allergic reaction caused by misogyny was a vulnerability, a weakness he had to keep hidden. If news of his condition were to spread, it would pose a significant threat to him.

He downed the herbal concoction in one go.

The elevator doors slid open.

Christina was heading to the office with the lunchbox when she ran into Jewel, who had just come out of Madison’s office.

They couldn’t stand the sight of each other.

Christina stared straight ahead, refusing to look at Jewell

When they walked past each other, Jewel couldn’t stop herself from grabbing Christina’s hand. She cast a contemptuous look at the lunchbox and sneered, “Do you think you’re a five–star chef? How dare you cook for Nathaniel?”

Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Christina swiftly pulled back her hand, knowing that the more Jewel grew furious, the calmer she needed to be. “Nathaniel adores my cooking. He always polishes off the dishes I prepare for him.”

Jewel finally grasped the unsettling sensation of witnessing someone speak with the utmost provocation in the calmest demeanor. Christina might appear gentle on the surface, but beneath her façade lay a person armed with sharp thorns. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets as she flushed in anger. “Stop acting all smug. When Nathaniel gets better, he’ll discard you and get a better, prettier, and more efficient wife!”

Christina didn’t understand what she meant. She couldn’t comprehend the meaning behind Jewel’s cryptic statement. Nathaniel had always been in good health, or so she believed. Why was Jewel insinuating. otherwise? Her words seemed like nonsensical ramblings to Christina.

Has she lost her mind after I angered her?

Jewel tamped down the urge to reveal the truth and turned around, fleeing the scene.

Christina ignored her words and walked into Nathaniel’s office.

The office was spacious and brightly lit, with the air conditioner running constantly. However, the pungent aroma of the traditional medicine still lingered in the air.

As their gazes met, Christina felt herself blushing shyly. They had parted on a sour note that morning, but after she calmed down, she realized Nathaniel must’ve gotten upset as he cared about her a lot.

Christina dug her nails into her palms as she blinked at him innocently like a child who had done something wrong. She looked so adorable that Nathaniel couldn’t help forgiving her no matter what she did.

“I prepared lunch for us. Shall we eat together?” she asked softly like a kitten that had just woken up from its nap.

“Sure.” The gloom in Nathaniel’s eyes faded away a little.

Christina went over to the coffee table. Suddenly, she frowned and asked, “Nathaniel, why does your reek of herbal concoction?”

“Oh. Mom brought some for me earlier, came Nathaniel’s reply. His expression stiffened. He wasn’t good at lying.

“I see.” Christina was oblivious to his strange reaction. She unpacked her lunchbox and smiled, for him to join her. “Come, let’s eat.”

Nathaniel put the file he was holding aside and went to join her at the table.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket, revealing a black vest and crisp white shirt that showcased his muscular body. Christina’s gaze instinctively gravitated toward his sculpted muscles, causing her heart to quicken its pace.

Nathaniel sat beside Christina and began eating in an elegant manner.

He loved Christina’s cooking. The love and care she had put into preparing the simple, home–cooked dishes made him appreciate them more.

“What time will you get off work tonight? I’ll go pick you up,” he offered.

Christina’s mind was still replaying the scene of him shrugging out of his suit jacket, so her cheeks were still crimson. “I… have to meet a client at eight tonight, then I’m free to get off work.”

“Okay.”

After they had lunch, Christina settled on the couch to rest.

Nathaniel wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms. His hot breath fanned her nape as he asked. “Should we watch a movie tonight?”

“Aren’t you tired?” Christina blinked adorably, pleasantly surprised.

In the past, she had often suggested going on a movie date or spending quality time together. However, Nathaniel’s identity and demanding work schedule made it difficult for them to do so. By the time he could finally leave the office, it was usually past ten at night, making it impractical to catch a movie at the cinema.

Gradually, Christina had stopped making this suggestion.

Nathaniel pressed a kiss at the back of her earlobe and drawled lazily, “I’m not tired. Let’s pick a time, and I’ll reserve the tickets.”

Nathaniel’s warm breath gently brushed against her neck, causing her to recoil instinctively like a frightened kitten. “Okay, let’s make it at nine–thirty. You can choose the movie…” she trailed off, her voice getting softer.

The burning sensation on her nape spread all over her body, igniting her nerves instantly.

Nathaniel placed one hand on the back of her neck and nibbled on her neck as though he wanted to devour her whole.

Christina was forced by Nathaniel to take an afternoon nap in his office. She only got to return to her studio late in the afternoon.

Rayne noticed that Christina felt much better after making the trip to Nathaniel’s office.

Christina spent the rest of the afternoon holed up in the tailor room, focusing on her designs. As evening approached, Rayne delivered unexpected news–the client had canceled their appointment at the last minute.

As they had nothing to do for the night, Christina allowed Rayne to get off work while she waited for Nathaniel to finish work and come pick her up.

The room was silent, save for the rustling sound of her pen. The light bathed Christina’s figure, casting a captivating shadow on the floor.

Right then, a knocking sound snapped her out of her reverie. Looking up, she saw Francis step into the room

He was wearing a black outfit and looked mysterious.

When their gazes locked, he removed his mask. His handsome face was illuminated by a smile that had the power to leave one breathless.

Francis strode into the room with the dessert in his hands. “Supper’s here. Are you moved by my gesture?

Anyone would be moved by a delivery made by a popular celebrity, right?

Christina chuckled softly. Instead of answering his question, she asked, “How do you know I’m still at the studio?”

It was already late, and she could’ve already gotten off work like usual.

Francis‘ gaze turned dark, but the darkness disappeared as soon as it appeared. He responded in a relaxed manner. “I merely guessed that you’re still here.”

His slender fingers looked captivating as he opened the box to reveal the dessert.

Pushing the box to Christina, he urged, “Take a bite. I read online that the shop is pretty popular.”

“Did you buy it yourself?” Christina took a bite of the dessert. She had to admit that it was indeed delicious.

A smile nudged Francis‘ lips as he replied. “Of course not. Do you want me to cause a traffic jam?”

He had noticed Christina was alone in her studio through the surveillance footage. After completing filming for the day, he told his assistant to get the dessert for her.

“Should I give you a ride back after you wrap up work?” he asked nonchalantly as though they were just friends.

Christina’s hands paused midair. “Nathaniel and I are going to watch a movie later. You must be busy recently, huh? You should head back and get some rest.

Upon hearing her words, Francis felt a sudden pang in his heart as if she were pushing him away. His pirits plummeted, sinking to the depths of his stomach, leaving him with a lingering ache of sadness.