Nathaniel frowned. “Is that so? How would I remember what you’re allergic to? Rum is made from juniper berries, don’t you know that?”
Francis looked thunderous. “You did that on purpose. Nathaniel!”
Nathaniel had pranked him with juniper berries more than once in their youth, even slipping them into his food just to watch him swell up.
Once the symptoms kicked in, he would feel as if he was on fire. Even his breathing would become labored.
Christina became alarmed when Francis began wheezing. “Allergic reactions are no joke. I’m calling you an ambulance.”
She picked up her phone, and Francis grabbed her hand and shot her a murderous look. “Don’t call an ambulance. I can’t be on the news.”
In her anxiety, she had forgotten who Francis was and the kind of attention it would garner if he were hospitalized.
Nathaniel flung Francis hand aside impatiently. A cold look of disdain rose in his eyes. How dare he touch her in front of me?
Christina was not in the mood to be bothered by that. “I have no antihistamines here. What shall we do?”
We can’t let his reaction continue. He’s going to go into anaphylactic shock if it gets worse.
Nathaniel frowned and gazed at Francis as if the latter’s fate was in his hands.
The room became so quiet that even their breaths were deafening.
The doorbell sounded at that moment, causing Christina’s heart to leap to her throat. Curiously, she left to answer the door.
It was Francis’ manager. “Is Francis here?”
He had rushed over as soon as Nathaniel called him.
Christina nodded. “Yes, he’s inside. He had an allergic reaction.”
Turning pale at the news, he hurried forward to examine Francis, who was by then writhing in agony. “How’re you feeling. Francis? Let’s get out of here.”“
In no shape to and having no reason to stay. Francis allowed his manager to help him to his feet.
Christina walked them out. She felt sorry for Francis-as a friend would be-when she saw how much he was suffering.
Suddenly, the door slammed shut.
“You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes off him, huh?” Nathaniel asked in an icy tone.
His fury was palpable. In addition to that, his voice ringing with anger made Christina very
uncomfortable.
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Chapter 433 Mommy Is Kind
She turned and headed back to the dining table. “Is it fun to be pulling such pranks?
He never cares about how anybody else is feeling. I’m wasting my breath.
Back then, she would at least fight back, but now she deemed hum a lost cause. To her, the endeavor was akin to expecting a lion to become a meek, docile kitten
“Are you feeling sorry for him?” Nathaniel was not quite done with Francis.
Christina rolled her eyes inwardly. He’ll twist and turn any explanation I provide. I’m better off not saying a
word
After putting away the dishes, she emerged to find Nathaniel still seated in his chair.
“You should be getting home,” Christina reminded him, trying to suppress her temper.
Nathaniel did not budge. “I can’t drive after drinking,” he replied breezily
Christina was so angry that her brows quivered. She had a vague suspicion that Nathaniel had planned it from the start as an excuse to remain at her place.
“Whatever. I’m going to bed.”
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This is chapter 63, it got reupload as 64, can you please fix it?...