Seize His Little Wife

“Understandable, of course it’s limited to story books, if it’s about academics, it’s definitely not, after all, he’s just a five year old after all, oh yeah right, did you know that Little Treasure once had his IQ measured and it’s a hundred and eighteen.” Christine White said excitedly.

There was also some surprise in Baird Lane’s eyes.

One hundred and eighty!

This was undoubtedly a very high value, an IQ of one hundred and two could be called a genius, not to mention little baby whose IQ was as high as one hundred and eight.

Baird Lane couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride rise in his heart at the thought of a child with such a high IQ being his own son.

The next second, though, he sensed it again and narrowed his eyes, “You seem to know Bao very well?”

Christine White’s pupils trembled, then returned to their natural state, “It’s alright, I’m close to Ives, so he often mentions little baby to me, so naturally I’ve learned a little bit more about a child as smart as little baby.”

“Yeah.” The explanation made sense, and Baird Lane didn’t hold onto it, quickly putting his suspicions aside.

“I know, I’ll watch and prepare, thank you.” He thanked.

Christine White smiled, “You’re welcome, just feel free to come and ask me any questions you have.”

She wouldn’t mince words about not answering anything about Po.

He’s Po’s real father and has a right to know this.

What’s more, as a father, isn’t it natural for him to buy things for little baby, and since he wants to buy them, why doesn’t she say so.

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded with a mild blush.

The phone hangs up, and Baird Lane stops agonizing over what to buy, grabs some of the most expensive Rubik’s Cubes and storybooks and puts them in the cart, and heads to the cashier to check out.

After settling the bill, he carried his things back to the hotel and headed directly to the 301 presidential suite.

When he got to the door of his suite, he looked at the time, it was already 3:40, he thought it was about time and rang the doorbell.

Click.

The door opened.

Someone incredibly familiar to Baird Lane poked his head out of it, “Yo, coming.”

“Why you?” Baird Lane looked at the man in front of him, his thin lips pursed.

He has mixed feelings about Ives Norton.

They used to be friends, but broke up six years ago.

Though the relationship, now, was almost a little better, he was mindful of Ives Norton, mindful of the fact that Ives Norton knew Christine Camp before he did, and even more mindful of the fact that Ives Norton knew about Bo before he, his real father, did.

“Why it can’t be me.” Ives Norton pretended not to see the aim in Baird Lane’s eyes and opened the door fully, saying with a smirk, “I’m little baby’s godfather, of course I’m here, after all, in the country, apart from little baby’s his mother, little baby’s nearest and dearest is me, of course I had to come over and see if you’re here to see him, come on in. ”

Baird Lane gave him a cold, sidelong glance and lifted his foot into the suite.

The moment she went inside, Baird Lane got the distinct feeling that she was getting tight and not as relaxed as she had been when she arrived.

Is it because you’re finally going to meet Bo?

Just as he was thinking about it, Ives Norton’s voice rang in his ears again, “Is this something you bought for Bo?”

Ives Norton looks at several bags in Baird Lane’s hand.

Baird Lane, impatient to answer him, simply set the bag down and looked around.

How could Ives Norton not know what he was looking for, speaking slowly, “Don’t look, Bo is in his room.”

“Which room?” Baird Lane finally answered.

Ives Norton, however, walked unhurriedly to the several bags he had just put down, and while unwrapping the bags, he said, “Don’t worry, let me see what you’ve bought for little baby first, little baby isn’t like the other children, and what you’ve bought, he won’t necessarily be able to use it or like it.”

“I buy what Bo likes.” Baird Lane sounded certain.

Ives Norton, somewhat disbelieving, took the contents of the bag out one by one and examined them.

After reading it, a hint of surprise flashed through his glasses-wearing eyes, “Not bad, it’s really what little baby likes, how did you know that little baby likes these?”

Baird Lane glanced at him coldly with no intention of answering, “Which room is Bo in, anyway, and take me there!”

“Okay, okay, okay, I’ll show you.” Ives Norton put down the toy he was holding, put his hands back in the pockets of his white coat, and headed toward a room in front of him.

Baird Lane saw it and immediately caught up.

The two reached the door of the room, Ives Norton nudged his mouth, “Bo is in there, go in by yourself, but I’ll tell you in advance, Bo is unresponsive, so I want you to be able to talk to Bo and be a little bit more patient or you won’t be able to see Bo again.”

Baird Lane gave him a are you nuts look and screwed open the door to his room and went inside.

There was a warm yellow light on in the room, coloring the entire room a pale yellow, giving it a warm feeling at first glance.

Baird Lane subconsciously lightens his steps in the direction of the large bed.

As he got closer and closer, the view of the bed, too, became clearer and clearer to him.

The child lying on the bed had a face almost like his, but childish.

Baird Lane stood beside the bed, just looking so deeply at the boy, the beating of his heart, so fast he could barely slow it down.

Uncontrollably, he reached out his hand and gently touched Bao’s little face.

The soft touch, let him as if electrocuted, and quickly put his hand back, the whole action done carefully, as if the child on the bed, is a fragile vase, let him dare not force to touch.

This is Bo. This is his Baird Lane kid!

No need for a paternity test, he’s sure of it himself.

“Bo.” Baird Lane didn’t know how much courage he’d mustered before he softly shouted those two words.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

When he hadn’t seen Xiaobao, he had called out to him and shouted easily, but now that he had seen him, he realized how heavy those two words were.

Because it wasn’t just a name, it represented a responsibility, a responsibility that belonged to him, Baird Lane.

The little treasure on the bed didn’t respond and his eyes didn’t open.

Not disappointed, Baird Lane sat down gently and called out again, “Bo, it’s Daddy.”

I don’t know if it was his fatherly words that did the trick, but Bo’s eyelashes fluttered and his eyes slowly opened under Baird Lane’s tense gaze.

little baby’s eyes were completely inherited from him, they were extremely good looking phoenix eyes, and the pupils were less than light brown.

By all rights, eyes like that should be the best looking and brightest.

However, little baby’s eyes were devoid of the slightest light, only a grayness.

That shouldn’t be the look in a five year old’s eyes that should be there.

“Little Treasure, Daddy’s here, do you hear Daddy’s voice?” Baird Lane reached out and gently took Bo’s tiny hand.

Bao blinked, his pupils turning as if to look at him.

At this, Baird Lane could no longer repress it, lost his usual cold composure, and, like an ordinary father, picked up the little treasure, and clasped it tightly in his arms.

Outside the room, Ives Norton looked at the images coming from the surveillance on his cell phone and sighed softly with emotion, “Blood really is the most wonderful thing, in this world.”

Po actually opened his eyes as soon as he heard Baird Lane’s voice.

And Baird Lane completely drops his mask of indifference and becomes an ordinary man who expresses fatherly love.

This shows that this is, in a way, a step in the right direction.

With that thought in mind, Ives Norton took out his cell phone and dialed Christine White’s number, “Christine, it’s true, Bo is only reacting to Baird Lane right now.”

“Are you telling the truth?” On the other end of the phone, Christine White stood up excitedly.