Seize His Little Wife

Bo didn’t respond, still looking straight at her, and after about a minute or so of looking, he let go of his little hand.

Christine White kissed his forehead, “Thank you baby for your trust, mommy won’t leave you behind, you stay here and be good with daddy Shao, don’t go anywhere, mommy will be back in a while.”

As the words left her mouth, she nodded at Ives Norton again before stepping out of the box.

In the restroom, Christine White washed her hands when the cell phone in her purse rang.

She blew her hand under the hot air blower a few times, and once it felt almost dry, she took her cell phone out of her bag, and when she saw the caller ID, she smiled slightly and answered the call.

“Mom!”

She was talking on the phone as she headed out of the restroom.

Just walked out of the restroom, there was a person coming from the front, almost collided with her, fortunately she twisted her body to the side in time to avoid it, otherwise she would have definitely collided with a person.

“Sorry.” Christine White didn’t look to see who the visitor was and casually thanked her before brushing past the visitor, “Mom, I don’t mean you, I just almost ran into someone and apologized to them …”

Watching Christine White’s figure walk farther and farther away, this woman who almost collided with her, however, her face was horrified, and her heart was even more shocked, as if she had seen something horrible, the whole person was fixed, unable to take a step.

“How the … hell?” The woman murmured incredulously.

Just now, if she was right, that woman was Christine White?

No, that’s not right. That woman’s face resembles Christine White’s, but there’s something different about it.

What the hell is going on here?

Is that woman Christine White or not?

Molly Bort was confused and couldn’t calm down inside for a long time, and finally stumbled back into the box without using the restroom.

She pushed the compartment door open with a thud, and a large and small group in the compartment looked toward her at the same time, both with a hint of displeasure in their eyes.

“Mommy, you’re scaring Ann!” The little girl snapped, dropping the silver fork in her hand, her voice shrill.

The man on the side saw her action and his brows furrowed, “Ann, who taught you to throw things? Pick it up!”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He ordered harshly.

The girl who was called uncle seemed to be frightened, her mouth pouted, and her tears overflowed at once, swirling in her eyes with a resigned look, “Daddy …”

She attempted to pout.

Unperturbed, Baird Lane pointed to the silver fork on the floor and his voice became harsher, “Pick it up!”

Ann’s body trembled, finally did not dare to provoke his anger, wow cried out, slowly get down the chair, to pick up the silver fork on the ground.

After picking it up, she looked toward Molly Bort and stretched her arms out as if she wanted Molly Bort to hug her and comfort her.

Molly Bort, however, sat in her seat glowering and looking so preoccupied that she didn’t even see her move.

This makes Ann even more unbearable and aggravated that her dad, whom she admires the most, has been mean to her and her mom, who loves her the most, has neglected to give it to her.

She feels like none of them love her anymore!

Thinking about it, Ann sat on her butt and cried even harder, her two short legs still kicking and stomping in a very capricious manner.

Seeing this scene, Baird Lane’s temples bulged, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, and his body was even more cold.

Gates is always telling him that Ann has a bad personality, is spoiled by Molly Bort, is capricious and difficult at a young age, and bullies the other kids in kindergarten.

But he used to think that Gates was making a big deal out of it, that the Ann he saw as obedient and well-behaved wasn’t at all what Gates said she was, but now he realized that what Gates said might be true, and that this daughter was, indeed, spoiled.

With that in mind, Baird Lane pressed his brow and snapped, “No crying, or I’ll send you back!”

At that, Ann’s eyes widened and she immediately stopped crying, a cry that was simply put away.

Baird Lane stopped paying attention to Ann and dropped his gaze across the room to the woman who’d returned from the restroom with a distracted look on her face and asked in a hushed voice, “What’s wrong with you?”

Molly Bort’s eyes flickered, “I … I just saw someone.”

“Who?”

“I’m not sure it’s her.” Molly Bort bit her lip back.

Baird Lane sips his red wine with little interest and hmmm’s.

Molly Bort, however, clenched her fists and asked about him, “Baird, have you met any strange people lately, like people who look like …”

“Like who?” Baird Lane was getting a little impatient when he saw her delay in saying the full words.

Molly Bort shook her head, a twinkle of distortion under her eyes, “It’s fine.”

She really didn’t want to bring up Christine White’s name.

Six years ago, she had set the woman on fire, but the woman’s body had disappeared, and in order to make sure that Christine White was dead or not, she had gone to all the major media outlets as well as the fire police department and other places, and none of them had found any body in the burned-out building.

It is evident that Christine White may not be dead and was either rescued or escaped on her own.

Therefore, in these six years, she had lived cautiously, just afraid that Christine White would suddenly appear and ruin everything for her, and now what she feared had finally come, which was that it was not clear whether the woman she had just met in the restroom was Christine White or not!

“Mommy, I met someone who looks like Daddy.” Ann, who was huffing and puffing on the side, suddenly came up with a remark, and a shocking one at that.

Baird Lane raised his eyebrows, “Like me?”

“Well, it’s my classmate.” Ann nodded.

Molly Bort was unimpressed, “How similar?”

“A lot like a lot like.” Ann gesticulates and describes, saying that the eyes and nose resemble Baird Lane.

Touché, she added, “I don’t like him!”

“Why?” Baird Lane looked at her.

Ann’s little mouth puckered up in a look of utter disgust, “He’s a mute, and he ignores me when I strike up a conversation with him.”

For some reason, hearing this, Baird Lane felt a little uncomfortable and vaguely angry.

“Who told you to call your classmates dumb?” He looked askance at Ann in displeasure.

Ann grunted, “I’m not wrong, he’s supposed to be mute.”

“You …”

“Baird!”Molly Bort saw that Baird Lane was angry, worrying that her daughter was being taught a lesson again, she hurriedly spoke up and interrupted him, “Ann is still young and childish, don’t be so …”

“Five years old, still young?” Baird Lane also interrupted her, his eyes sullenly looked at her, “five-year-old children, should know the concept of right and wrong, which can say what can not say, take other people’s shortcomings said so loud and clear, you teach it, right?”

Molly Bort’s face stiffened and she couldn’t speak.

Baird Lane coldly withdrew his gaze, ignored her, and continued to remind Ann, “Don’t ever talk about your classmates like that again, you hear me?”

Ann reddened and gave a reluctant hmmm, but in her heart she was indignant.

She didn’t like that Tokiobo in the first place.

That Shi Xiaobao was originally mute, she didn’t say anything wrong, and dad was actually mean to her for that Shi Xiaobao.

Just wait, she won’t let go of that Shi Xiaobao!

Baird Lane, unaware of what bad thoughts Ann had in mind, heard his cell phone ringing in his pocket and put down the red wine in his hand to bring it out.

The call was from Gates. I think it was corporate.

He stood up, “I’m going out to take a call.”

Molly Bort nodded.

Baird Lane headed out of the box and into a quiet hallway.

There was already someone in the hallway besides him, a woman, also talking on the phone.

At the sight of the woman’s profile, Baird Lane’s pupils constricted and his heart fluttered violently.

“Christine White?” he subconsciously called out the name that was both foreign and familiar to him.