Seize His Little Wife

She really thinks there’s something wrong with Hugh Dong, she believes in love at first sight but doesn’t believe Hugh Dong would fall in love with her at first sight.

Even if Hugh Dong really fell in love with her at first sight, then why he didn’t want her phone number before but came to ask for it now, and he still didn’t give up in the slightest even after she clearly rejected it, it’s enough to show that he’s definitely not pure of heart.

And I don’t know if it’s her fault, but Hugh Dong is looking at her strangely, as if she’s some kind of prey.

“I don’t need you to tell me what I’m going to do about this.” Baird Lane returned Christine White’s comment, then took out his cell phone and dialed Gates’ number.

“Look up Hugh Dong of the Dong’s group, I want to know everything about him.” He ordered.

That said, Hugh Dong seems to have come out of nowhere as a person.

The previous president of Dong’s group wasn’t Hugh Dong either, Hugh Dong seemed to have assumed office only a few months ago, but nothing seemed to have been rumored at all about his deeds prior to assuming office.

And that’s what makes it most suspicious.

“Okay President Lane,” Gates responded.

Hanging up the phone, Baird Lane started the car as soon as he dropped his cell phone and drove Christine White back to the villa.

When he got back, he drove out again, where to he didn’t say.

Christine White was going to ask, but seeing as he hadn’t said a word on the way back, she knew he was still angry.

She was also aggravated to be confessed to, and it was something she hadn’t expected.

Not to mention the confession, which was questionable in any case.

“Ma’am, did you and Mr. fight again?” Aunt Lucy came to Christine White holding a set of clothes, seeing her moping, she couldn’t help but inquire.

Christine White shook her head, “There was no fight, just some bad blood.”

“Can you tell me about it?” Aunt Lucy sat down beside her.

Christine White thought about it and agreed, telling the whole story of what happened at the hotel.

Aunt Lucy listened and pondered for a few seconds, “Whether or not that gentleman surnamed Dong is really interested in you, ma’am, I don’t dare to jump to conclusions, but the way the gentleman is behaving, makes me feel as if he is jealous.”

“Jealous?” Christine White nearly choked on her own spit.

Aunt Lucy nodded, “Yes, I feel like mister is jealous.”

“How can that be!” Christine White hurriedly waved her hand, “It’s not like he’s interested in me, so where would he be jealous.”

She would have liked Baird Lane to be jealous, it would still show that he had her in mind.

But the way Baird Lane was acting, she couldn’t really see where he seemed jealous.

Aunt Lucy saw that Christine White didn’t believe her words and laughed, “It’s normal that madam doesn’t believe it, after all, mister’s character, it’s impossible for him to look like any other man when he’s jealous.”

“Aunt Lucy, don’t tease me, Baird he’s not jealous, he’s just not happy that someone’s digging him.” Christine White bitterly pulled the corner of her mouth.

No man can accept someone confessing to his wife.

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Baird Lane is probably one of those. After all, Hugh Dong’s behavior at the time was the equivalent of cuckolding him in some way, and it’s a wonder he wasn’t angry.

Christine White sighed at the thought and her eyes fell on Aunt Lucy’s lap, “Aunt Lucy, whose dress is this?”

“Oh, I almost forgot, this is for you ma’am.” Aunt Lucy stood up and unfolded the dress.

Christine White followed suit, “Mine?”

“Yes, this is what you’ll wear tomorrow at the ancestor’s memorial service, try it on, if it doesn’t fit you can still alter it.” Aunt Lucy unbuttoned the dress.

Christine White responded, putting on the black altarpiece with a vintage twist with her help and then twirling it around in place, “Aunt Lucy what do you think, why do I feel a little strange.”

“What’s weird?” Aunt Lucy asked as she straightened her clothes.

Christine White thought for a moment, “I can’t say, it’s probably the temperament.”

“Oh, this is normal.” Aunt Lucy understood instantly, “This ancestor worship suit represents solemnity, it’s the complete opposite of your nature ma’am, that’s why the temperament doesn’t match, but it’s okay, it’s only worn for one day anyway.”

“Well, then I’ll change and wear it tomorrow.” Christine White took off her clothes.

Aunt Lucy helped her fold it and looked at the time, “Is ma’am hungry? I’ve made chicken soup in the kitchen.”

Once she heard Aunt Lucy ask this, Christine White touched her stomach and really felt a little hungry.

Finally, he put down his clothes and went to the kitchen to help her serve dinner.

She sat on the couch and turned the TV on, watching for less than two minutes when the landline on the coffee table rang.

She paused the TV and picked up the microphone to her ear, “Who is it?”

“Christine White, is Baird there?” Molly Bort’s voice rang through the phone.

Christine White raised her eyebrows, “No!”

“You lied to me.” Molly Bort doesn’t believe it.

Christine White rolled her eyes, “Believe it or not Ms. Bort, if he’s not here he’s not here anyway, if you want to find him, call his cell phone yourself, bye!”

With that, she went straight back to the microphone.

To avoid another call from Molly Bort, she thought for a moment, and simply unplugged the phone line.

“Ma’am, it’s time to eat.” Aunt Lucy shouted from the dining room door.

“Okay.” Christine White answered and headed for the dining room.

In the evening, Baird Lane returned against the moonlight.

Christine White had been waiting for him and when she heard the car, she rushed outside the villa to greet him.

“Baird,” she smiled as she watched the man get out of the car and stepped forward to take his briefcase.

Baird Lane gave her a look, “Why you, where’s Aunt Lucy?”

“Aunt Lucy’s making tea, I’ll come out and get you.” She returned clutching her briefcase.

Baird Lane hmmm’d and lifted his foot into the cottage.

Christine White followed him in, “What took you so long to get back now?”

“Busy with things.” He tugged at his tie and returned blandly.

Christine White hesitated, “That … daytime thing hasn’t worn off on you yet?”

Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed.

Christine White sniffled, “I’m sorry, I really didn’t know Hugh Dong would …”

“It’s all in the past.” Baird Lane purses his lips.

“Huh?” Christine White looked up at him.

Baird Lane took off his jacket, “Forget it if you can’t understand it.”

With that said, he went upstairs.

In fact, he knew very well that he couldn’t blame her for this matter, after all, it was still him who insisted that she follow.

He did get angry during the day, but now his anger had receded.

It was just that he was still a little preoccupied, preoccupied with the fact that another man was spying on her.

Christine White watched Baird Lane go up the stairs, a little unsure of what he meant.

“It’s all in the past … so it’s not anger?” She murmured softly with some uncertainty.

Just because she didn’t know if he was still angry, she had spent the afternoon very apprehensive.

But looking at his calm demeanor just now, I think he should not be angry.

Christine White breathed a sigh of relief and had mentally decided to just pretend she didn’t know Hugh Dong from now on.

With that in mind, she went upstairs to her room as well.

Baird Lane had just gotten changed when he saw her come in, and without talking to her, he just opened a bottle of red wine and poured it.

Christine White put her altarpiece on and suddenly thought of something and looked over at Baird Lane, “By the way Baird, Miss Molly Bort called for you this afternoon.”

Baird Lane paused in shaking his glass, “What did she want with me?”

“I don’t know, she didn’t say and I didn’t ask, I just said to tell her to call you directly on your cell phone, did she?” Christine White asked rhetorically.

Baird Lane took a sip of his drink, “I turned it off.”

The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched.

It seems like Molly Bort would have been depressed at the time, or maybe Molly Bort tried to call him and called the villa’s landline when she knew he was off.

“Is everything packed?” Baird Lane put down his glass and got up.