Seize His Little Wife

Inexplicably upset, Baird Lane grimaced and continued to scroll down.

Below, in addition to a description of Christine Camp, are other photos of Christine Camp, including one as a child and one as an adolescent.

The two pictures looked no different from the one at the top, and from the one he’d seen; the only difference was that Christine Camp was very young in both of them.

Seeing this, Baird Lane has come to realize that it really isn’t Christine White he’s seeing, but rather Christine Camp, the daughter of The Camp Family!

“Christine Camp…” Baird Lane let go of the mouse and put his hand above his eyes, unable to say what he felt inside.

All in all, it’s a bit congested, a bit disorganized, and makes for a very uncomfortable experience.

In the hotel, Ives Norton smiled and put down his cell phone, “He should be off searching for you.”

“Search it, that information was arranged by my brother long ago, and I’m not afraid of him searching it.” Christine White lazily said.

Ives Norton stretched, “I didn’t really expect him to call me about this though, asking if I’d seen you.”

“Who told you to honk at him when you were walking away, he recognized your car and naturally associated it with you being at the restaurant as well.” Christine White gave him a blank look.

Ives Norton rubbed the tip of his nose, “I wasn’t trying to tease him on purpose, besides you didn’t stop me then, and you just asked me to properly reveal who you are now.”

“Always give him a chance to prepare.” Christine White flicked her nails and made light of the situation.

Ives Norton frowned, “I still can’t figure out why he’s so obsessed with whether or not the person he saw was you though, he’s forgotten about his feelings for you, it’s reasonable to be surprised at most to see someone who could possibly be you and not to go after the root of the problem, but he …”

“Who knows what he thinks!” Christine White interrupted him, looking icy, “And I’m not interested in knowing, no matter what he does, it won’t stop, I’m going to make it bad for him!”

Ives Norton shrugged his shoulders, “What time are we going to The Lane Family tomorrow?”

“Let’s do it this afternoon, a trip to the hospital in the morning, and you can help me make arrangements.” Christine White collected herself and regained her composure.

Ives Norton looked at her, “You want to go see Hugh Dong?”

“Well, I was going to go see him today, but it was just in time for Bo’s dismissal, so it will have to be tomorrow.” Christine White said.

After seeing Hugh Dong, she has to make a trip to the mausoleum to see her real mother.

Only after doing that would she make time to go to The Lane Family to meet Baird Lane formally.

In her mind, Baird Lane isn’t as important as Hugh Dong is to her real mother right now.

“Good, then tell me when you come over and I’ll arrange it for you without letting Baird Lane know.” Ives Norton nodded in agreement.

Christine White said thank you and opened the door to the room.

Ives Norton went out and waved her through the door, “Get an early night, good night.”

“Good night!” Christine White returned.

She closed the door behind her as Ives Norton left.

Just as she walked back into the living room, she saw Bo’s tiny figure picking at the bedroom door, two dark eyes, staring at her.

Christine White was startled, then reacted by walking over and gently squatting down in front of Bo, “What’s wrong baby? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Po’s little mouth moved as if he wanted to speak.

Christine White saw it, and her heartbeat instantly sped up, her breath held, anticipation written in her eyes.

Can Bo talk yet?

She thought excitedly, and her hand, which was pressed down on little baby’s shoulder, was vaguely trembling.

In the end, however, she was disappointed when Po’s lips moved a few times before stopping without making the slightest sound.

Christine White lowered her head slightly, covering her eyes with her face with her hair to keep Bao from seeing her disappointment, otherwise this would be another blow to Bao.

Originally, children with autism have extremely sensitive minds.

“Baby, let’s go back to our room and sleep.” After a while, Christine White adjusted herself and hid all the looks on her face and in her eyes, lifting her head and smiling gently at little baby.

Bao looked at her steadily for a few seconds, loosened his small grip on the doorframe, and cuddled toward her neck.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Christine White’s smile grew more natural as she picked up the small body in her arms tightly and headed for the bedroom.

After she gently placed Po on the bed and tucked him in, she sat herself down on the edge of the bed, picked up a bedside book of fairy tales, and began to talk.

She was telling the story of the Little Mermaid, and Bao’s eyes were wide and unblinking as he stared at her, seemingly listening intently.

But the energy of a small child is limited after all, and when she finished her story, little baby’s round eyes became half-squinted, and sleepiness covered her delicate little face.

Christine White knew he was coming to sleep, and after a slight smile, she put the storybook in her hands aside and leaned over to kiss his tender little cheeks, “Sleep baby, good night!”

At the end of her sentence, she lifted her body and was about to stand up.

But halfway through standing, she realized her skirt was being tugged at.

She twisted her head and saw that little baby, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them again, and his little hands were still holding onto the hem of her skirt, as if he didn’t want to let her go.

Christine White had to sit back down again, “Baby, don’t you want mommy to go?”

Po didn’t respond, still looking at her.

Christine White smiled gently, “Mommy’s not leaving, Mommy’s just going to take a shower, how about coming over to keep you company in a little while?”

Bao’s eyes blinked as if he was pondering her words.

After a few seconds, he released his hand and rose from the comforter, lifting the small pillow and reaching inside with his small hand to feel for something.

Christine White inclined her head curiously, “What’s the baby looking for?”

Po ignored it, his little hands still searching.

Finally he fished a small ball of paper out of the crack of the bed and handed it to Christine White with a serious look on his face.

Christine White picked it up suspiciously, “What’s this?”

Still ignoring it, Bao rolled his body over and lay down again, and pulled the covers over himself, then closed his eyes as if he were asleep.

Christine White laughed at his cuteness and her heart softened into a ball.

Her baby, how can she be so cute!

But since Bo was pretending to be asleep, Christine White didn’t tear him apart, pretended he was really asleep, got up, turned off the light in the room, and softly exited the bedroom.

Once outside, she walked over to the couch and sat down, which made her open her palms curiously to the neatly folded ball of paper in her hands.

What could it be?

According to Christine White’s knowledge of Po, Po definitely wouldn’t give garbage to her, so she thought there should be something in this paper ball.

With this in mind, Christine White gently unfolded the paper ball, fearing that if she exerted too much force, she might break it.

Within moments, the paper ball was fully opened by Christine White, only there was nothing on it.

She couldn’t help but be a little confused, had she really guessed wrong?

Did Bo really just let her take out the trash for a bit?

“It shouldn’t. …” Christine White murmured.

Bao has never done anything like this in the past, so if it’s not on this side, is it on the back?

Thinking, Christine White turned the note over.

There was indeed something on this side, a word, but it was so crooked that for a moment, she couldn’t make out what it was.

She lifted the note and held it above her head, adjusted a few directions before carefully identifying it, and when she finally did, her eyes widened, disbelief written all over them, and her face was even more shocked.

This … That’s a mom word!

Po called her mom!

Christine White covered her mouth and burst into emotional tears.

It’s been six years, since Bao was born, and she’s finally seeing the light of day that Bao has a cure.

For a moment, Christine White was overwhelmed with excitement and rushed to find her cell phone, ready to tell Bess Camp the good news.

It happened to be daylight on Bess Camp’s end and quickly answered the phone, “What’s up Christine? calling me this late?”