Seize His Little Wife

Strange because the name had been in his life briefly.

And familiarity, something Gates had mentioned often in front of him with Ives Norton six years ago.

They say that Christine White was his wife, his favorite woman, but she died, most likely at the hands of Molly Bort.

Only he forgot about that Christine White, and only remembered that Christine White was married to him, but only remembered being married, and as for the rest of what Ives Norton and the others said, he remembered none of it.

Even the fact that they said that the person he loved was Christine White didn’t get much of a reaction from him because he knew very well that he’d forgotten everything that had happened in the years he’d been married to Christine White, so how could he possibly still love her, and so he didn’t care one bit about who she actually died at the hands of or how she died.

Yet late at night, his heart was always empty, as if he had lost something important, and this, he had never told anyone about.

Now that he saw this woman who looked almost exactly like Christine White, he was surprised to find that his heart actually skipped a beat, and that empty feeling filled up all at once.

What the hell is going on here?

“…” Baird Lane pursed his lips, and without thinking it through, walked towards the woman.

The woman heard the footsteps and turned her head toward him, freezing for a moment when she saw him, then giving him a polite smile and turning her head back to continue talking to the other end of the phone.

Baird Lane stopped a few paces away from the woman, his gaze locked on her as if he was sure of something.

After a while, the woman finished her call and turned her face toward him, “What can I do for you, sir?”

She opened her mouth to ask, her voice an extremely magnetic smoky voice.

Unlike!

That’s not Christine White’s voice!

Baird Lane’s mind subconsciously dismissed the voice of the woman in front of him.

He didn’t know why, but he knew Christine White’s voice was different from the woman in front of him even though he couldn’t remember what she looked like.

Seeing that Baird Lane did not reply and sank his eyes without knowing what he was thinking, the cold light in Christine White’s eyes flashed, faded away in a flash, and returned to its usual state.

“Since there’s nothing else for you sir, I’ll take my leave, goodbye!” She smiled politely again and turned to leave.

The moment she turned around, all the smiles on her face were hidden, leaving only a deep coldness.

Tonight was pretty much out of her league.

She had originally planned to meet with Baird Lane the day she was going to talk to The Lane Family about a partnership.

I didn’t expect to meet for dinner tonight.

What a … What a coincidence!

Back at the box, Christine White pulled out a chair and sat down.

Ives Norton handed her his napkin, “What took you so long? Bo was about to ask me to take him to you.”

“Sorry sorry sorry, my mom called me earlier and then I had a call from a client, that’s why I’m back late, I’m sorry baby.” Christine White cupped Bo’s face and kissed it.

Ives Norton shook his head and smiled, “Eat up, the steak is getting cold.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White responded, picking up a knife and fork from the side.

While cutting the steak, she suddenly said, “I just met Baird Lane.”

“What?” Ives Norton was startled for a moment, “You met?”

“Pretty much, I was on the phone in the hallway and he came over out of nowhere and just stood there staring at me and I heard him call me by my old name, he got his memory back?” Christine White asked as she ate a steak.

Ives Norton put down his knife and fork, and said in a deep voice, “No. According to reason, his kind of memory that was lost because of the after-effects of the blood clot should be restored soon, but for some reason, it hasn’t been restored for six years… However, since he called you by your name and recognized you, he should have remembered the time when you were first married.”

Baird Lane has amnesia, from the same time period that Molly Bort returned home six years ago.

So he had three years of marriage to Christine White, he remembers that, he just forgets everything that went on with Christine White and his feelings for Christine White when Molly Bort came back home.

“Maybe, but he didn’t exactly recognize me. “I don’t know,” Christine White said, wiping the corners of her mouth.

Ives Norton looked at her, “How so?”

“Didn’t he believe I was dead back then, so when he sees me now, the most he can do is wonder if I’m Christine White or not, but not guarantee that I must be Christine White,” Christine White replied.

Ives Norton nodded slightly, “So that’s what it was, but you didn’t show anything strange, did you?”

Christine White laughed, “You think I’ve been managing just a sub-company for the past few years as a cover, I’ve done a good job of emotional expression management, and I didn’t show any other reaction when I saw him, don’t worry.”

“That’s good.” Ives Norton nodded.

Christine White took a sip of her corn chowder and twisted her head to look at her son beside her, “Po, no food?”

Bao shook his head and continued to play with the Rubik’s Cube in his hand.

Christine White knew it meant he wasn’t eating and didn’t try to dissuade him.

little baby is taking medicine, it’s not good to eat too much, just go back to the hotel and make him some milk powder.

“Speaking of which …” Ives Norton opened his mouth again and trailed off as if he had some sort of concern.

Christine White turned her gaze from Bo to him, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Molly Bort’s daughter Ann’s birthday, and Baird Lane will be here, supposedly to celebrate Ann’s birthday.” Ives Norton said.

Christine White sneered, “Celebrating someone else’s daughter’s birthday? How dare he do that, looks like Molly Bort is here too, right?”

“It should be.” Ives Norton shrugged his shoulders.

Christine White pursed her lips, “It’s been six years and they’ve been close, why didn’t Baird Lane let Molly Bort give him one?”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“This …” Ives Norton scratched his head, “There’s something strange about it.”

“What’s strange?” Christine White put down her knife and fork and looked at him.

Ives Norton rubbed his chin and spoke back, “Baird Lane regained his feelings for Molly Bort after he lost all memories of your time together, and by all rights, their previous relationship should have been very good indeed, but unexpectedly, Baird Lane was a little cold towards Molly Bort. ”

“Cold feet?” Christine White raised her eyebrows, “Why cold, he’s not back in love with Molly Bort.”

“Who knows what he thought, anyway, the way he treated Molly Bort, it wasn’t like he should have treated his wife, it was like he was treating a friend, cold and polite, and it was only with Ann that he was gentle.” Ives Norton said.

The corner of Christine White’s mouth pulled out a disdainful arc to, “Gentle? When I was pregnant with his first child, I didn’t see him much happier, and when I was pregnant with little baby, I didn’t see him much looking forward to it, but he’s good enough for other people’s children.”

Ives Norton pushed up his glasses and didn’t say anything.

Christine White also didn’t want to make much of this topic, and the one who would feel uncomfortable if she talked too much would only be her.

She took a breath and changed the subject, “By the way Ives, do you know where Leo Bort went?”

For a couple of years now, she’s been bringing attention to Baird Lane with Molly Bort and forgetting to pay attention to Leo Bort.

When she remembered, she realized Leo Bort was nowhere to be found.

“Leo Bort seems to have been sent away by Molly Bort.” Ives Norton replied musingly.

“Sent away? Sent away where?” Christine White wrinkled her eyebrows.

Ives Norton shook his head gently, “I don’t know, I broke with Baird Lane in the last few years and wasn’t afraid to follow them casually, otherwise it would be bad to arouse their suspicions and find out about you through me, so I’m sorry …”

“It’s fine.” Christine White squeezed the corners of her mouth, her heart a little disappointed but understanding of him.

“While I don’t know exactly where Leo Bort is, I can give you some clues.”

“What’s the clue?” Christine White’s spirits lifted.