Seize His Little Wife

“Baird?” said Christine White, looking at the man in the doorway in surprise, “What are you doing here?”

Baird Lane ignored her, just stared icily at Ives Norton’s hand on top of her head, feeling prickly.

Ives Norton sensed his displeasure and calmly removed his hand, smiling softly, “I’m the one who called him over, you were discharged today, he had to come get you.”

“So it is.” Christine White nodded in a daze.

Baird Lane came toward the two and asked again, “What were you doing?”

“Baird don’t take this the wrong way, my sister-in-law had a bit of dirt on her head earlier and I was helping her get it off.” Ives Norton countered the reflection, “Right sis-in-law?”

Not wanting Baird Lane to get the wrong idea about anything, Christine White subconsciously followed his words, “Right.”

“Where’s that filth, show me.” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips.

Christine White panicked inside.

It’s over. He’s more serious!

Where was she going to find dirt to show him!

It’s Ives Norton’s fault. What’s the point of touching her hair?

At the thought, Christine White glared at the culprit with displeasure.

The culprit rubbed his nose in self-awareness, “Sorry Baird, I can’t show you, I’ve already thrown away the dirty stuff, it’s just a small piece of confetti, well you two couples talk, I’ll leave you to it.”

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked away quickly.

“Baird …” Christine White was just about to say something.

Baird Lane interrupted her coldly, “Christine White, stay away from him, and from all other men in the future, you hear me!”

He but a few days did not come, her and Ives Norton’s relationship, actually has been so good, obviously before Ives Norton words are on the lookout for her, but now …

There was also that Hugh Dong from the Tang Group, who actually asked about her on the day he signed the contract.

Does this woman even know she’s married?

“That’s fine, it’s not like I have any male friends anyway.” Christine White froze and agreed.

Baird Lane blushed a little better then, “Where’s the luggage?”

“Here it is!” Christine White pointed to the suitcase beside her.

Baird Lane walks over and reaches down to lift the luggage trolley, “Let’s go.”

“I’ll do it.” Christine White tried to go and snatch the suitcase up.

She was content that he would come over to pick her up.

Having him carry her things again made her a little uncomfortable.

“All right.” Baird Lane changed his suitcase directly into a different hand, “Hurry up, I’ve got a meeting later.”

“Oh.” Hearing the impatience in his voice, Christine White dared not say anything else and obediently followed him out.

But as she walked along, she kept feeling like she was forgetting something and could never remember.

It wasn’t until she got into the car and saw Aunt Lucy that it dawned on her how embarrassing it was that she had forgotten about Aunt Lucy.

Back at the villa, Christine White sat on the couch and stretched out, lamenting, “It’s better to be home.”

Baird Lane, who was putting his suitcase away, looked slightly startled when he heard this and spat out the word softly, “Home?”

He craned his head to look at her, “Christine White.”

“Hmm?” Christine White cocked her head, “What’s wrong?”

“You think this is your home?”

Christine White hmmmed, “Yeah, isn’t this my home?”

She married him, and naturally this was her home.

And the only home she’s ever known!

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “You’re pretty easy to satisfy.”

He was really losing sight of her.

Three years alone in a room, and you can call it home.

What was going on in her mind?

“May I take that as a compliment?” Christine White held her finger to her finger and looked at Baird Lane hopefully.

Baird Lane turned his head back, “Whatever.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment then.” Christine White smiled, then her smile faded and she asked in a low tone, “Baird, why don’t you go see me when you come to the hospital these days?”

He didn’t know how much it hurt when she heard that he’d gone to see Molly Bort and hadn’t even come to see her.

“There’s no reason why, you rest, I’ll leave you to it.” Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled for a moment, and he dropped his eyes in a faint voice.

Aunt Lucy came out of the kitchen with the brewed tea just in time to see him hurrying away.

“Ma’am, what’s wrong with sir?”

Christine White shook her head, “I don’t know, I just asked him why he hadn’t come to see me in the last few days and that’s all he did.”

“Mister’s been a strange one these past few days.” Aunt Lucy muttered.

Christine White blinked in confusion, “Strange?”

“Yes, ma’am you don’t know, two days ago when you were asleep, Mr. actually came to see you but for some reason, he just stood at the door and wouldn’t go in, and when I asked him he even left.” Aunt Lucy poured her a cup of tea.

Christine White took it and didn’t drink it, just held it in her hand, “Did something happen to him?”

“I’m not sure about that, but I don’t think Mr. looks like he’s in trouble either, why don’t you ask him sometime ma’am?”

“I’d rather not, I don’t think he’d necessarily talk to me.” Christine White took a drink of water.

Aunt Lucy sighed and went about her business.

Christine White sat on the couch for a moment and went upstairs to her room as well, putting the swan necklace in the jewelry cabinet to seal it away.

From now on, this necklace, will not belong to her at all.

Christine White looked through the glass at the swan necklace and smiled, turning to go to the bathroom, intending to take a shower and get some sleep.

This sleep lasted until the next morning.

Christine White changed and yawned her way downstairs.

Aunt Lucy was surprised to see her outfit, “Ma’am, you’re going to work today?”

“Well, it’s been a few days since I’ve been there and it’s time to go to work.” Christine White returned.

Aunt Lucy was a little uneasy, “But your body …”

“It’s all right already.” Christine White moved her arm to show her.

Aunt Lucy was amused, “Okay then, breakfast first.”

“Good.” Christine White followed her to the cafeteria.

Baird Lane didn’t come back last night, and she was alone for breakfast, and there was a lot left over at the end of it.

Aunt Lucy frowned at the sight, “You didn’t eat much, ma’am?”

“Kind of lost my appetite.” Christine White rubbed her stomach.

When she got up this morning, she felt like she had lost some of her appetite.

“Why don’t you have an appetite, are you sick somewhere? Either that or don’t go today!” Aunt Lucy said nervously.

Christine White cried and laughed, “Don’t worry Aunt Lucy, I’m really fine, maybe I ate too much in the hospital these few days so my appetite didn’t adjust, I’ll be fine tomorrow, I’ll leave first.”

She waved her hand and lifted her bag from a side chair and headed out the door.

Having not been in the office for some days, Christine White was once again greeted with all sorts of strange stares the moment she stepped through the doors.

As she entered the elevator she couldn’t help but wonder in the back of her mind if she had made another joke.

“Christine!”Christine White had just returned to her office and hadn’t even had a chance to sit down when she saw Debby York wind up pushing her way in.

“You really came ah, so long did not see you in the company, I thought you resigned.” Debby York took her hand, incomparably surprised to look up and down, “How do you feel you’ve lost a lot of weight, and your complexion is a bit not so good, are you sick?”

“Yeah, that’s why I called in sick the last few days.” Christine White drew her hand back.

“What’s wrong with you that you’ve been sick, taking so many days off, are you okay?” Debby York inquired with concern.

Christine White’s heart warmed and poured her a cup of hot water, “A minor illness and an operation have been fine.”

“You call having surgery a minor illness?” Debby York exclaimed.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Christine White hurriedly shushed twice, “Keep your voice down!”

Debby York nodded her head back and forth, reducing her volume, “Christine, you’re not going to have an abortion, are you? What other procedure would get you out of the hospital so quickly?”