Seize His Little Wife

“He’s not coming back, he has a social engagement tonight, Hugh Dong should be as well.” Christine White shook her head back.

Aunt Lucy lifted her chin in a daze to show that she knew and then didn’t ask any more questions.

Bao didn’t ask any more questions either and started eating obediently.

Aunt Lucy just stood aside and watched the mother and son, suddenly thought of something and slapped her forehead, “By the way ma’am, let me tell you something.”

“What is it?” Christine White looked up at her.

Aunt Lucy sank her face and said, “It’s that Cici Jagu ah.”

“Her?” Christine White raised her eyebrows, “She’s not coming back this afternoon, is she?”

“No, cheeky as hell.” Aunt Lucy bristled.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine White narrowed her eyes, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

“I only met her once this morning when I was out, what’s she doing here again?”

“I don’t know about that, I heard from the security guard that she just looked around our old mansion and didn’t know what she was doing, and then left again after a while.” Aunt Lucy shrugged her shoulders back.

Christine White pursed her lips, “circling around the old mansion, definitely playing some ghost idea, Aunt Lucy, have someone keep an eye on it.”

“I know, I’ve already ordered it.” Aunt Lucy returned.

Christine White gave a hmmm and didn’t say anything else.

After the meal, she brought Little Treasure back to her room, played with him for a while, and put him to sleep before returning to her and Baird Lane’s room.

At this time it was already ten o’clock in the evening, and Baird Lane had not yet returned.

Christine White didn’t know how much longer she had to wait, and she couldn’t call to ask, so she had to read a book while waiting.

If she couldn’t wait any longer, she would go to bed by herself.

However, Christine White’s cell phone suddenly rang.

Christine White put down the book in her hands, picked the phone up and looked at it, saw the caller ID on it, and answered it in a hurry, “Hey hubby.”

Baird Lane’s low, husky voice came through, “Still awake?”

Christine White nodded, “No, are you coming back?”

“No, it’s still early, in a while Nigel and I still have to have a meeting with a client, I’m afraid it’s already early in the morning when I come back, so I’m giving you a call, so that you don’t wait for me, and go to bed early yourself.” Baird Lane said with a slight hint of apology in his tone.

Christine White was a bit lost, but more than anything, she understood.

After all, with such a large group and him being the chairman, this kind of situation was quite normal.

“Okay, I know, then I won’t wait for you.” Christine White smiled.

Baird Lane pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, “Well, go to bed early if you’re sleepy, good night.”

“Good night.” Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth.

The call ended and she put her cell phone on the bedside, squeezed her shoulders, and after leaving a small dim light so Baird Lane could see it when he returned, she lay down to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the door to the room opened and Baird Lane returned, looking very tired.

He knew Christine White was asleep, so he moved very little, closing the door and walking softly without making a lot of noise for fear of waking him up.

He had drunk a lot of wine, his handsome face was a little red, his eyes were a little disoriented, and his breathing was a little rough.

When he walked to the edge of the bed, he looked down at the sleeping woman on the bed, then leaned down and collapsed on the bed, without taking off his clothes, and wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.

Christine White smelled the smell of alcohol in her sleep and was awakened, thinking she was dreaming, and wondering that this dream was so clear.

As a result, when she opened her eyes and saw the man beside her, she realized that where she was dreaming, what she smelled, was real wine.

Christine White helplessly sighed, grudgingly looked at the man’s sleeping face.

Have said, let him drink less wine, took over or drink so much, came back and fell asleep, clothes are not off it.

“Really lost to you.” There is no way, Christine White muttered and then got up, giving Baird Lane to take off the jacket tie and shirt on his body, so that he can sleep more comfortable.

But that wasn’t enough, she then went to the bathroom and got a basin of water out and toweled his face and body.

That way, he was fresh and ready to sleep, and she didn’t find the smell of alcohol on him overpowering.

After doing this, Christine White looked at the time, it was only three in the morning, still early.

So she crawled back into bed, cuddled up in Baird Lane’s arms, and fell asleep.

When Baird Lane woke up, it was already noon the next day.

He sat up, and his pupils constricted suddenly when he realized that he was naked on the upper half of his body.

In the next second, though, his taut expression relaxed as he took in his surroundings.

Fortunately, he was at home.

He’d thought that last night …

Without further thought, Baird Lane rubbed his swollen temples; he’d had a little too much wine last night, and now his head was drowsy and swollen, making it very uncomfortable.

Just as Baird Lane was rubbing his head, Christine White came in from outside and saw that he had made it up, a joy in her eyes, “Awake.”

Baird Lane heard her voice and put his hand down, “Wake up, what time is it?”

Christine White looked at her cell phone, “It’s eleven o’clock.”

Baird Lane frowned.

I didn’t realize how late he had slept.

Christine White walked over to him and came to a stop, looking down at him, “Not feeling well?”

Baird Lane’s thin lips quirked, “A little light headed.”

“Serves you right!” Christine White snorted coldly without mercy.

Baird Lane staggered for a moment.

What did she say? Deserved?

She didn’t feel sorry for him, didn’t comfort him, didn’t give him a massage even if she didn’t, but actually said he deserved it!

Christine White wrapped her arms around him, “When I left yesterday, I told you a thousand times to drink less, did you? Did you listen to me?”

Baird Lane’s mouth twitched, “I listened.”

“Listened and you got drunk?” Christine White’s eyes glazed over.

Baird Lane laughed lowly, “Drinking Louis XIII.”

At that, Christine White was stunned for a moment.

Louis XIII she knew, it was the strongest and most powerful of the famous wines.

According to this, he might not really have drunk much.

However, she couldn’t let him off the hook.

“Even if you didn’t drink much, but you’re still drunk, and if you’re drunk, it means you’ve drunk a lot, tell me, what do you want to do?” Christine White sneered.

Baird Lane’s eyes flashed slightly as he grabbed her wrist and, to her surprise, yanked her into his arms.

“I’ll make it up with a kiss so?” Baird Lane looked down at the woman in his arms.

Christine White rolled her eyes, “Who wants you to make it up with kisses …”

Before she could finish her sentence, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room, “Sir, ma’am, are you there?”

It was Aunt Lucy.

Baird Lane wrinkled his eyebrows in displeasure, obviously unhappy that Aunt Lucy had suddenly interrupted them.

Christine White didn’t care if Baird Lane was high or not, got out of his arms and called out to the door, “Yes, come in.”

Aunt Lucy heard her voice and pushed her way in, seeing the two men sitting on the edge of the bed, she called out first, “Sir, Ma’am.”

“Aunt Lucy, what can I do for you?” Christine White asked with a serious voice when she saw something wrong with Aunt Lucy’s face.

Baird Lane didn’t say anything but was getting dressed.

It couldn’t be topless all the time.

Aunt Lucy cupped her hands to look at it and returned with a face full of anger, “It’s not that Cici Jagu.”

“What about her?” Christine White narrowed her eyes momentarily.

Baird Lane, buttoning his buttons, also stopped for a moment and looked at Aunt Lucy.

Aunt Lucy said angrily, “She’s up to something, walking the internet with rumors about how bad you are, Mistress.”

“What? Rumors?” Christine White was filled with surprise.

“That’s right!” Aunt Lucy nodded heavily.

Baird Lane’s cold color was icy and his voice sank, “What kind of rumors did she spread?”

“It’s just some about Mrs. bullying her, oops I can’t tell you, Mrs., sir, you guys go online and read it, it’s already all over the internet.” Aunt Lucy pointed to her cell phone.