Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane lowered his eyes slightly, “It’s fine.”

He was going to ask her if she would like to be Po’s mom.

But the words came out of his mouth and he couldn’t really ask.

First of all, he still didn’t know exactly how she felt about him, and secondly, as much as she liked Bo, could she accept the whole being a mom thing right off the bat?

He wasn’t sure.

So, he still decided not to ask, and only after all the grudges were settled would he be qualified to talk to her about them.

“Well, it looks like you don’t want to talk about it again.” Christine White shrugged her shoulders in feigned loss.

Baird Lane pursed his lips, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, why don’t you go watch some TV in the living room, I’m going to start fixing the food so you can taste my handiwork.” Christine White waved her hand, not caring.

Baird Lane hmmmed with a few expectant glances in his eyes, “Good.”

With those words, he left the kitchen doorway and went to the living room.

It was the first time he came to her apartment, a little survey, the decoration and layout of her apartment are very simple, home appliances and so on, but also very little, the entire living room on the two sofas a dining table, a TV, nothing else, in short, it is a glimpse, which makes him can not help but a little puzzled.

He didn’t think much of it though, assuming it was because she liked the simplicity of the setting.

Moving toward the couch, Baird Lane took off the suit jacket he was wearing and slung it over the arm of the couch, then sat down.

But as soon as he sat down, he felt his backside against something, hard, and when he molded his backhand, it was actually a Rubik’s Cube.

Baird Lane’s brow furrowed slightly as he thoughtfully surveyed the modest Rubik’s Cube in his hand.

This was the second time he’d seen a Rubik’s Cube in her place, the last time being the hotel.

She said the Rubik’s Cube was a little kid’s toy next door. What about this?

Just as Baird Lane was contemplating with the Rubik’s Cube, Christine White came out of the kitchen with a plate of washed fruit, “Have some fruit.”

She placed the fruit on the coffee table in front of Baird Lane.

Baird Lane said thank you and then held the cube up, “You have kids at home?”

Christine White’s heart thumped in her chest, but on her face she pretended to be calm and returned, “No.”

“So why do you have a Rubik’s Cube here?” Baird Lane asked, twisting the Rubik’s Cube twice.

Christine White smiled lightly, “You forgot I told you last time, there was a kid next door to my hotel suite, I saw how cute he was so I bought him some toys, the kid didn’t take them all away, there was still a Rubik’s Cube left, so I brought it along.”

“So.” Baird Lane nodded, letting go of the trace of doubt in his mind.

Christine White breathed a faintly inaccessible sigh of relief, “Well, I’ll get back to work in the kitchen, so make yourself at home.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nods.

Christine White is gone.

Baird Lane set the Rubik’s Cube down on the coffee table, two deep eyes staring at it.

He suddenly remembered that when Gates inquired about Xiaobao in the kindergarten before, although the kindergarten didn’t say Xiaobao’s name and identity, it said something about Xiaobao’s situation in the kindergarten, that Xiaobao is a child who especially likes to play with the Rubik’s Cube and is extremely smart, and that Xiaobao is able to recover the twelve-step Rubik’s Cube that adults can’t even play well.

True to form, it was his son!

A wave of pride rose in Baird Lane’s heart at the thought.

He took out his cell phone and made a call out.

“Where are you, sir?” Aunt Lucy asked when she got on the phone.

“I’m here at Christine Camp.” Baird Lane replied with a glance at the kitchen.

“What, you’re at too ….. ahem, Ms. Camp’s place?” Aunt Lucy was surprised.

After she had sent Molly Bort back down to her room earlier, Gates had said that Mr. left.

I didn’t expect to go to Mrs.

Is there a sign that Mrs. and Mr. are getting back together?

“Uh, I’m here at Christine Camp, Aunt Lucy, what did you just say too?” Baird Lane narrowed his phoenix eyes.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Aunt Lucy was quick to smile, “No, I was just going to say that you’ve gone too far, sir.”

“Run too far?” Baird Lane caught the important word, “Aunt Lucy, do you know where Christine Camp lives?”

“I know, Miss Camp made a point of telling me about it last time she came to the house.” Aunt Lucy replied.

Baird Lane lifted his chin, “Really.”

“Yeah.” Aunt Lucy nods, then darts off to change the subject, “By the way sir, you’re calling at this hour, what’s the matter?”

“You pack two rooms out.” Baird Lane said, and attention was successfully diverted.

Aunt Lucy wondered, “Two rooms? For what?”

“One children’s room for when the little one stays later, and the other to be the little one’s toy room.” Baird Lane explains.

Since Bao likes Rubik’s Cubes, he’ll buy Bao a room full of them.

Aunt Lucy almost squealed with delight when she heard this from Baird Lane, “Yes, yes, yes, don’t worry sir, I’m on my way, I’m on my way.”

That’s great.

Mr. asked her to prepare the room, and it seems that it won’t be long before Bo comes back to stay.

And Mrs., as soon as Bo comes back to The Lane Family, Mrs. will, someday, come back, too.

“Well, buy the best children’s furniture.” Baird Lane instructed.

Aunt Lucy nodded her head back and forth, “I will, I will definitely pack the best room for Bo.”

Much better than Ann Lane’s, that girl.

Little Bo is Mr.’s biological child and is the most deserving of The Lane Family’s resources.

At the end of the call, Baird Lane didn’t put the phone down, but sent another message out: what color does Bo like?

In the kitchen, Christine White felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket, she turned down the heat a bit and casually wiped her hands on her apron before taking the phone out of her pocket.

Seeing that the missive was from Baird Lane, she craned her head toward the kitchen door and didn’t see him before clicking on the missive with relief.

What color does Bo like?

What does he mean?

Christine White posted her doubts.

Soon after, Baird Lane’s reply came, “I’d like to decorate Bo’s room.”

So it is.

Christine White’s heart flooded with sadness, Little Treasure hadn’t even recognized him back yet, and he was decorating the room, and he was so confident that Little Treasure would join him at The Lane Family?

Despite what she thought in her mind, Christine White told him the colors that Bo liked.

After all, Bo will always go back to The Lane Family, and how will he inherit everything from The Lane Family if he doesn’t!

“Blue …” Baird Lane whispered the words, then nodded and sent a brief message of thanks.

Christine White looked at the word thank you, bristled, put her phone back in her pocket, and continued to stir the pot.

By the time the meal was ready, it was half an hour later.

Baird Lane helped carry the meal to the table and was careful to pull out Christine White’s chair for her.

Christine White sat down and saw the light smile on his brow and raised an eyebrow as she asked, “You seem to be in a good mood.”

“Yes.” Baird Lane was quick to admit that he was indeed in a good mood.

Christine White moved closer to him, “Can you tell me about it?”

“Yes.” Baird Lane nodded, “I just contacted Bo’s mom.”

As he said this, he deliberately looked at her more than once, to see what expression she would have, would she be upset, or uncomfortable?

But sadly, Christine White buried her head in her soup, he couldn’t see anything and was a little lost inside.

“And then what?” Christine White put down her soup bowl.

The corners of Baird Lane’s mouth lifted gently, “She told me about Bo’s favorite colors, and it made me know Bo, one more thing.”

“So that’s why you’re happy?” Christine White was surprised.

She was genuinely surprised.

Just because he knew a little more about Po, his happiness was actually written all over his face.

“Yes, I’m glad. “Baird Lane said.

He would be even happier if he could see Bo now.

Looking at the tenderness in Baird Lane’s eyes, Christine White’s heart was shaken, and the way she looked at him was complicated, and only after a long time, did she spit out a sentence, “Do you, like Bao very much?”