Chapter 274 Living In Your Harem
“Since I’m so talented, why don’t you take me as your disciple?” Francis arched his brows before esponding with a smirk. It’ll be nice to be able to spend time with her every day.
“You’re a renowned celebrity. Why would you want to delve into the world of design? It seems like a waste of your talent” Christina nearly choked on her coffee. He makes more money standing there compared to what I nake designing a skirt.
Francis nonchalantly took a seat on the single couch. Tilting his head back, he leaned against the backrest and allowed the warm sunlight to cascade down upon him. As he sat by the window, he seemed to embody the image of a lost angel who had descended upon the human world.
It was a scene so serene that one dared not disturb its tranquility, fearing to awaken the angel while also not wanting to disrupt the beauty of the moment.
“Well, I got tired of being a celebrity, It’s not a career I enjoy anyway. I only decided to step into the limelight to spite Nathaniel,” he said honestly.
Nathaniel, determined to conceal Francis‘ identity as the illegitimate child, tried his best to keep him from the public eye, but Francis, against all odds, insisted on standing in the spotlight. He wanted the world to know his existence.
He had worked tirelessly to achieve popularity, but becoming a household name did not make him happy. Nevertheless, being in the same space as Christina brought him a sense of comfort and ease.
Christina, who was working on the details of her draft on her tablet, glanced at him. “Why would I risk putting myself in danger by taking you as my disciple? Who knows if you’ll conspire with Madison to plot
against me.”
The thought of Madison caused her to put her guard up.
Though the incident that involved Holly had come to an end, the mastermind behind it remained a mystery. It’s challenging to judge the true nature of a person. Who knows what thoughts lie behind their actions?
Silence ensued after Christina finished speaking, and when she turned to look in Francis‘ direction, she noticed he seemed to have fallen asleep.
He tilted his head askew as he nodded off, the angle accentuating the curve of his neck. His Adam’s apple appeared particularly defined, emanating a strong and alluring sense of masculinity. Netizens are right. He truly deserves the title of the entertainment industry’s most enchanting beauty.
As Christina immersed herself in selecting materials and was engrossed in her work, she became oblivious to her surroundings.
It was only when noon approached that she realized Francis was still there. He remained lying on the couch, peacefully sleeping throughout the entire morning.
Clearly, the couch was not the most comfortable sleeping arrangement for someone as tall and lanky as Francis.
Christina walked over. “Francis, go home and sleep. I’ll update you once I’m done with the suit.”
The man seemed to still be in deep slumber.
Christina was at a loss for words. He’s a famous celebrity, for goodness‘ sake. Why is he sleeping in my office? This i not a hotel. He should go home and sleep!
“Francis, wake up. I’m going to leave soon.” She tried waking him up several times but to no avail. He remained unresponsive, as if his ears were plugged with cotton.
“Wake up. Francis” Finally, she had no choice but to poke his shoulder to try to wake him up. Why does his body feel hot, though?
It was only then she noticed a faint blush on Francis checks. Initially, she thought it was his makeup from filming, but now, it seemed more like a feverish flush.
Christina was at a complete loss. He should have gone to consult a doctor if he doesn’t feel well. Why did he come
here?
“Get up. Francis. You’re running a fever. I’ll call you an ambulance.” Christina said.
Knowing that it was impossible for her to carry a man that was more than six feet tall, she took out her phone and was ready to make a call. Suddenly, a hand that exuded burning heat grabbed her wrist.
Had she not recognized it as Francis‘ hand, she would have thought it was a scorching stove or something. Francis‘ heart was spinning. “You shouldn’t call if you don’t want to cause a commotion. Or have you figured out how to explain to Nathaniel why I ended up in your studio?”
Christina’s fingers froze for a moment. Did he just threaten me?
She was not afraid of explaining to Nathaniel, but she was worried that Francis fans might appear around her office every day if they found out about this. That would disrupt her work.
After hesitating for a moment, she dismissed the idea of calling an ambulance.
“There’s a lounge in my office. You go over there and take a rest. I’ll buy you some medicine.” Christina dragged Francis off the couch.
One would experience weakness and fatigue whenever one was ill. Thus, Christina had to gather all her strength to move Francis from the couch to the bed in the lounge.
The bed was only five feet long. With the tall Francis lying on it, the entire space appeared cramped.
After covering him with her tiny pink blanket, Christina went out to get some medicine for him.
The medicine she purchased had a potent effect. Francis would recover more quicklgafter taking it, but it would make him feel extremely tired.
As Christina was on her way back after buying the medicine, she received a call from an unknown caller. “Hi, is this Ms. Steele? I’m Mr. Fernando’s a*sistant. Is Mr. Fernando with you?” The man sounded nervous. It was not difficult to understand why he was panicking. After all, Francis, a renowned celebrity, had missing.
gone
Knowing Francis well enough, the a*sistant was aware that the only person he cared about was Christina. Francis had even attended the fashion show previously despite being injured. The a*sistant could never forget that harrowing incident that left a lasting impression on him.
“Yes. He has a fever. Can you come over and get him as soon as possible?” Christina looked at the medicine in her hand and sighed helplessly.
The a*sistant paused for a moment before responding. “I can’t leave right now. Since Mr. Fernando doesn’t have anything on his schedule today, can I leave him in your care? Oh, by the way, his wound hasn’t healed completely yet because he has been involved in a few action scenes recently. Please take good care of him. I’ll come to pick him up later.”
He then ended the call right away, as if he was afraid Christina might cling to him for a*sistance.
Christina let out a sigh. When Fraincis got injured last time, she did not pay much attention to him because she was busy with the competition.
It was time for her to bear the consequences of her actions.
Carrying a tray with warm water and medicine, Christina stepped into the lounge. The confined space was infused with the delicate aroma of sandalwood coming from Francis himself.
He appeared visibly unwell and was sound asleep. His delicate jawline added a touch of elegance to his
aura
“Francis, take your medicine first. Christina handed him the medicine and a gla*s of water.
Francis gradually opened his eyes in a daze. Upon spotting the genuine concern in the woman’s eyes, he sneered. “I feel like I’m living in your harem.”
“I don’t have the wealth to keep an A–list celebrity like you in my harem. Take your medicine and leave once you feel better. Christina huffed.
Francis flashed a faint smile, his pale complexion exuding a fragile yet enchanting allure. It was an irresistible sight that could captivate anyone.
He reached out and grabbed Christina by the wrist, guiding the medicine from her hand into his mouth. While he was at it, he even intentionally brushed his lips against her skin, planting a kiss.
“What are you doing…” Christina blushed right away. Why does he still have the energy to tease me when he’s ill?
Startled, she quickly withdrew her hand, but she could still feel the lingering warmth left by the man’s touch.
After taking the medicine and drinking some water, Francis said, “Thank you for the medicine. You still care about me, don’t you?”
