Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane comes out of the shower and she’s having a nice conversation with the person on the other end of the phone.

Baird Lane looked at her bright smile and grimaced a little.

“Who are you talking to on the phone?” He asked in a cold voice.

She’d never even smiled this big when she talked to him.

Christine White heard the man’s voice and whipped her head around to look at him, giving him a mouthing off in reply.

Seeing that she had mouthed ‘Grandpa’, Baird Lane looked startled, and the unspoken, nameless fire in his heart dissipated without a trace.

“What are you doing calling Grandpa this late?”

Christine White covered her cell phone and whispered back, “I was talking to Grandpa about the ancestor sacrifice, and Grandpa was so happy when he found out you mentioned me.”

“What are you telling Grandpa about these things.” Baird Lane frowned.

Christine White explained, “I thought about it, in case they really took the initiative to find me, and I sent someone to kick them out, it would be more or less a mess, so I wanted to talk to grandpa in advance and say hello, so that grandpa could be mentally prepared.”

Listening to her words, a flash of surprise crossed Baird Lane’s eyes, “You’re quite thoughtful.”

“Is that a compliment?” Christine White cocked her head.

Baird Lane pressed his large hand to the top of her head and rubbed it hard, “No, there’s nothing in your entire body that’s worth complimenting!”

“Hmph!” Christine White took his hand away somewhat unhappily, “Hair’s all messed up.”

“Give me the phone.” Baird Lane didn’t care if her hair was messed up or not, he reached right out to her.

Christine White gave him a look and put her cell phone in the palm of his hand.

When she put it down, her fingertips accidentally touched his hand, which immediately shrank back.

Christine White, with a chill in her heart, assumed he was disliking her and, after giving him an apologetic smile, prepared to take her hand back.

But just as he’d withdrawn a little, his hand was grabbed.

“Why are your hands so cold?” He asked in a hushed voice.

It wasn’t even winter yet, and her hands were a little too cold.

The ice made him cringe just now.

Christine White looked at the man and stared back dumbly, “It’s been like that lately.”

“Recently?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Christine White nodded slightly, “Baird, why don’t you talk to Grandpa on the phone first.”

Baird Lane stared at her for a few seconds before finally taking his cell phone and heading for the balcony.

Christine White sighed and looked down at her pale hand with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

In fact, not only were her hands cold now, but even her feet were cold, and she went to bed every night and didn’t warm up until most of the night.

She had never had such a problem before, and since donating bone marrow to Molly Bort, she had noticed that she had started to have minor health problems.

Cold hands and feet was just one of them, the other was that she got a little dizzy and dazzled from time to time, but none of that, she ever told him about.

Christine White cast a glance toward the balcony, grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

By the time she got out of the shower, Baird Lane had finished his phone call as well and was sitting on the end of the bed watching her.

“Have you been sick lately?” He asked, obviously still concerned about her cold hands.

Christine White’s hand rubbing her hair paused, her eyes darting away, “No.”

“Tell the truth!” Baird Lane’s thin lips flicked out, and though his tone was light, the words were heavy with oppression.

Christine White lowered her eyelids, “No really, I have that one time a month where my hands get cold.”

“Really?” Baird Lane scrutinized her.

Christine White nodded heavily, “Of course it’s true, look at me lately I’ve been eating and drinking well and running and jumping around, where does it look like I’m sick.”

Baird Lane thought about it, and it made some sense, so he didn’t question her words any more, but still admonished, “If you’re really sick, say so.”

“I know.” Christine White responded with a smile.

Baird Lane pointed to the bed, “Your cell phone.”

“I saw that.” She dropped the towel, grabbed the blow dryer and walked over to the corner to blow dry her hair.

Baird Lane stopped paying attention to her and casually pulled a book from the bed and read it.

Christine White was afraid that the sound of the blowing wind would disturb him, so she simply turned off the blowing wind and prepared to go to the checkroom.

As a result, she had just taken a step out when she heard the man’s voice behind her, “You don’t have to go, you can’t disturb me.”

“How did you know I was going to …”

“What’s in your heart is written on your face.” Baird Lane looked at her.

Christine White smiled a little embarrassed, “Sure it won’t bother you?”

“No, it’s not like it’s an important book, so blow it off.” Baird Lane pulled his gaze back.

With him having said that, Christine White felt that it would be a bit contrived for her to walk away again, so she simply did as he said and went back to where she had just been to continue blow-drying her hair.

But even so, she kept the commotion to a minimum.

After a good blow-dry, Christine White breathed a soft sigh of relief and put the blow-dryer away before returning to the bed to lie down.

“Packed?” Baird Lane closed the book.

Christine White hugged the covers, “There.”

“I’ll turn out the lights then.” Baird Lane put the book back on the bed.

Christine White rolled her eyes at him, “Turn it off.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d and probed to turn off the light.

At that moment, his cell phone buzzed.

Baird Lane frowned unhappily and brought the phone over.

But when he saw the caller ID, his eyes darkened for a moment.

Christine White couldn’t help but feel a little more curious when she saw him like this, and secretly raised her head to glance towards his cell phone.

She couldn’t help but bite her lower lip when she saw the name on it was Molly.

Calling at this hour of the night. It’s not Baird Lane again, is it?

Thinking about it, Christine White’s heart was a little sour, but on her face she pretended not to care, “It’s Ms. Bort calling yet.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered, then cut the phone off.

Christine White’s mouth opened in surprise at the sight, “Baird, aren’t you going to answer it?”

He actually hung up on Molly Bort!

“No need.” Baird Lane turned his cell phone off and put it back.

Christine White calmed down, “Why?”

“I’ve told Molly I’ll see less of her in the future, and naturally I should have less contact.” Baird Lane lay down.

Christine White tugged at the corner of the quilt with both hands, “But won’t that break Miss Bort’s heart?”

Baird Lane didn’t say anything.

The room was too dark for her to see what expression he had on his face at the moment, and after a moment’s hesitation, she spoke, “Baird, why don’t you call Ms. Bort back over there, in case she’s looking for you on something important.”

“Christine White, will you shut up, it’s noisy!” Baird Lane said in an impatient voice.

Christine White’s eyes dimmed and she stopped talking, rolling over and turning her back to him.

Suddenly, the covers moved a few times and an arm reached out and wrapped itself directly around her.

Her body immediately tightened, “Baird you …”

Before the words were finished, his arms tightened in vain, bringing her back vigorously.

Baird Lane’s other arm came back up and went under her neck, locking her securely in his arms.