Seize His Little Wife

little baby continued to play with the Rubik’s Cube in his hand as if he hadn’t heard.

Not getting a response, Christine White let out a soft sigh of loss.

She had thought that after last night, although little baby could not speak yet, but at least she would give a little bit of physical reaction, but she did not expect that it was still not there.

“Come on baby, mommy will take you out first.” Christine White reached out her hand and tried to take Bo’s hand.

As a result, before he could fully reach over, Bao stopped playing with the Rubik’s Cube on his own, freed a small hand, and took the initiative to pull on Christine White’s hand.

This action by Po made Christine White almost not scream out in excitement again.

She’d just been thinking that Po hadn’t responded physically, but she didn’t expect to now, and on her own accord.

“Little Treasure …” Christine White couldn’t suppress her inner joy, as she picked up little baby’s tiny body and rubbed her own face against little baby’s soft face, “Mommy is really happy!”

Perhaps she rubbed it too hard, and Bo’s tiny brow furrowed.

Christine saw it and immediately moved her face away and placed Bo on the floor, “Sorry baby, Mommy was so happy she hurt you, didn’t she?”

Po still didn’t respond, just pulled her toward the door.

Christine White’s eyes curved up in a smile as she watched his little figure leading the way.

It doesn’t seem to be hurting much.

“Out?” Ives Norton heard the door to his room open and put down the glass of water he was holding, looking toward the mother and son.

“Good morning, Po!” Ives Norton greeted Po gently.

Po looked up at him and put his head down again.

Christine White pulled Po to Ives Norton and responded on Po’s behalf, “Good morning.”

“Have breakfast, I had the hotel people bring it in just now when you went to get Bo.” Ives Norton gestured to the table.

Christine White looked over and a hearty breakfast was already laid out on top.

“Or as thoughtful as you are, thank you.” Christine White gave him a grateful smile.

Ives Norton stretched and got up from the couch, “You’re welcome, my share is in there too.”

The three of them headed toward the table.

When he sat down, Ives Norton suddenly asked, “Did you drink last night?”

“How do you know?” Christine White was serving seafood congee to little baby, and when she heard him say this, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

Ives Norton nudged in the direction of the coffee table not far away, “There’s half a bottle of red wine on it and a wine glass next to it.”

“I see.” Christine White lifted her chin in a daze, “Well, drank some of it.”

“Only some? It’s most of a bottle.” Ives Norton frowned a little at her words, “Christine, you can’t drink that much alcohol when that kidney you transplanted isn’t all the way through rejection.”

He warned gravely.

Christine White placed the seafood porridge in front of Xiaobao and smiled carelessly, “I know, but as an exception, I was so happy last night that I didn’t hold back and drank more.”

“Was there any joy last night?” Ives Norton raised an eyebrow.

Christine White looked tenderly at her son beside her, “Yes, it’s Bo.”

She spilled the beans on what happened to Po last night.

Ives Norton’s surprise was written in his eyes behind his lenses as he listened, and it took a moment for him to calm down, “That’s quite a sight.”

“Yeah, that’s why it’s a celebration.” Christine White rubbed Bo’s hair.

Children’s hair is soft and silky and feels superb to the touch.

“It’s time to celebrate, and I’ll let you off the hook for drinking last night.” Ives Norton wagged his finger in a manner that graciously let her off the hook.

Christine White smiled lowly, “Thank you Dr. Norton then.”

Breakfast ended on such a cheerful note.

The three of them left the hotel and drove Bao to the kindergarten.

After that, Christine White then came to the hospital with Ives Norton.

Ives Norton handed her a mask, and a set of nurse’s clothes, “Hugh Dong is in the presidential ward, Baird Lane in order to protect him, all corners of the ward have been installed monitoring, although I have arranged for you to visit this period of time there will be no one to bother you, but after thinking about it, you are still a little bit Gates installed a little bit better, just in case Baird Lane on a whim saw you in the surveillance …”

“I understand, thank you.” Christine White took the clothes he handed her.

Ives Norton nodded, “Go to my office and change.”

“Good.” Christine White answered and turned to walk into his office.

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Christine White comes out of it wearing a nurse’s uniform and a mask.

Ives Norton looked dumbfounded for a second, then coughed twice in a disguised manner, “Let’s go.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White answered.

The two men walked noisily to the floor of the presidential ward.

When he reached the door to the hospital room, Ives Norton raised his arm and looked at his wristwatch, “He’s in there, go on in.”

Christine White nodded, unscrewed the door to the hospital room and stepped inside.

The smell of disinfectant filled the hospital room, somewhat pungent, but Christine White smelled it without the slightest discomfort.

In these six years, she had smelled this kind of smell almost every day, this kind of smell to come she said, had long been familiar to the bone, also completely adapted to, so she would not have any discomfort no matter how long she smelled it.

“Hugh Dong …” Christine White didn’t bother much with the smell in the air, her eyes instantly reddened as she looked at the sleeping beauty lying in the hospital bed.

In this life, the two people she owed the most were Bess Camp and Hugh Dong, who was unconscious in front of her.

On Bess Camp’s side, she paid it back with a lifetime of identity.

There is only Hugh Dong, and she will never know how to repay the favor she owes him.

“Hugh Dong, I’m back.” Christine White stepped down beside the bed, reached out her hand and shakily held Hugh Dong’s cold and thin hand, her voice filled with guilt, “I’m sorry … It took six years to come back to see you, you must be blaming me …”

Hugh Dong was still the same as she remembered, that face, perfect and unlike a real person.

On closer inspection, his arms and legs haven’t shriveled up much, so it looks like Baird Lane arranged for someone very attentive to take care of him these past six years.

But even so, Hugh Dong has lost a lot of weight, a natural wasting that is beyond human control.

Christine White took Hugh Dong’s hand and spoke emotionally, talking about everything she had done in the past six years abroad and about her plans to return to China this time.

All this being said, more than an hour had passed.

Ives Norton’s voice came through the door, “Christine, it’s almost time for Hugh Dong’s caretaker to give him a massage, so come out first.”

“Good.” Christine White answered with a choked sob, then wiped her tears and barely managed to squeeze out a smile as she looked at Hugh Dong, “Hugh Dong, I have to go, I’ll see you next time.”

At the words, she let go of his hand and got up, heading for the door.

And the moment she turned, Hugh Dong’s fingers moved in a slightly inaccessible way.

“You’re crying?” Ives Norton was a little taken aback as he watched Christine White emerge from the hospital room with red eyes, then fished out a tissue from the pocket of her white coat and handed it over.

“It’s okay, I was just talking to Hugh Dong and couldn’t hold it in.” Christine White said thanks and took the tissue.

Ives Norton patted her on the shoulder, “Cry if you want, I know you feel guilty about Hugh Dong …”

Christine White kept her head down and didn’t say anything.

After a moment, she wiped the corners of her eyes and lifted her head up, her expression having returned to its usual coolness, no longer seeing a trace of the vulnerability she had felt a moment ago.

She crumpled the ball of paper in her hand and tossed it into the trash, “Ives, it’s almost time, I should go.”

“Going to The Lane Family to talk about a partnership?” Ives Norton asked.

Christine White hmmm’d, “It’s time to meet him officially.”

“Want me to walk you there?” Ives Norton looked at her.