Seize His Little Wife

“Can can.” Gates then remembered what he had come out for, and after rubbing his temples in chagrin, he stepped aside from the doorway and invited Christine White and her party in.

Christine White gave him a polite nod before stepping into the parlor.

Baird Lane had been watching the doorway, and when he saw her come in, he didn’t know what to think, but he put down the glass of wine he was holding and got up from the sofa.

“Huh?” At the sight of Baird Lane, Christine White opened her mouth in mock surprise, “You’re the gentleman from last night?”

“Hello Ms. Camp!” Baird Lane came over to her and extended his hand toward her.

Christine White put away the surprise on her face and smiled as she shook his hand, “So you’re the president of The Lane Family Group, hello.”

Baird Lane nodded and placed his hand loosely behind his back, rubbing it gently before pointing to the couch with his other hand, “Ms. Camp have a seat.”

“Thanks.” Christine White brushed the hem of her skirt and sat down on the couch.

“Drinking?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White smiled and declined, “I’m sorry President Lane, I haven’t been feeling well lately, so I won’t be drinking.”

“Is tea okay then?” Baird Lane looked at her.

Christine White had no comment this time.

“You go and make a pot of tea.” Baird Lane instructed his secretary.

The secretary responded before turning and exiting the parlor.

On the sidelines, Gates watched in perplexity as Baird Lane didn’t look the least bit surprised to see Christine White.

Why isn’t President Lane surprised that this Ms. Camp looks the way she does?

Even if President Lane has forgotten his feelings for his wife, the memory of the marriage has not.

Is it possible that President Lane only remembers Mrs. Lane’s name, but not what she looks like?

“Gates!” called Baird Lane twice in a row Gates, both times seeing no response from Gates, his tone couldn’t help but get much heavier.

This time Gates finally responded and pushed up his glasses and stood at attention, “President Lane, what can I do for you?”

“You go get Minister Chen.”

“Okay.” Gates nodded slightly.

After he left, Baird Lane blushed a little better then, and said to Christine White, “I’m sorry Ms. Camp, the collaboration will take place when everyone is here.”

“It’s okay, to say I’m sorry should be me, clearly stipulated to come before noon, I didn’t expect the road traffic jam, I’m sorry for being late for almost two hours.” Christine White smiled embarrassedly, but her heart was a piece of mockery.

She wasn’t the one who was late, she was on her way to The Lane Family Group and made a side trip out of town to visit her birth mother, Ella Smith.

But she did say, where is Baird Lane as important as meeting Hugh Dong, her real mother!

And she did it on purpose, deliberately keeping him waiting, to give him a hard time.

“That’s okay, it’s understandable.” Baird Lane heard Christine White’s reason for being late without much reaction, apparently having known it already.

Christine White picked up the tea that her secretary had just poured, “Although President Lane doesn’t mind my tardiness, I’m more or less overjoyed in my heart, this cup of tea will be taken as an atonement for my sins, President Lane, I’ll drink to you!”

With that, she raised her teacup toward Baird Lane.

Baird Lane looked at her and touched the teacup in front of him to her.

Christine White’s eyes flashed with precision when she saw this, and she took back her teacup and tilted her head back to finish it in one gulp.

Instead, Baird Lane took only a meaningful sip and put the tea down, then kept his dark gaze fixed on her face.

Christine White was a little messed up by his look and touched her face in disguise, pretending to be unaware of the situation and asked, “President Lane, is there something on my face? Why do you keep staring at me?”

“Ms. Camp looks a lot like a deceased friend of mine.” Baird Lane crossed his fingers.

“A resemblance to a deceased person? Which deceased person, may I ask?” Christine White asked in a faint voice with her eyes downcast.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and didn’t answer.

The corner of Christine White’s mouth pulls out an unmarked sneer, which passes in an instant.

Just when she thought he wasn’t going to answer and was going to skip the subject, he suddenly spoke up, “My ex-wife!”

“Ex-wife?” Christine White was surprised, “Your assistant just misidentified me as Mrs. What’s-His-Name, so what he’s saying, is that I’m your ex-wife?”

“That’s right, I’m sorry about that, Gates just saw how much you looked like my ex-wife and mistook you for her, don’t mind if I do.” Baird Lane apologized for Gates.

Christine White waved her hand, “That’s not true, but President Lane, do I really look that much like your ex-wife?”

“There is, almost exactly the same!” Baird Lane replied with an unreadable expression.

Christine White picked up the tea that the secretary poured again and sipped gently, “In that case, that’s really my honor, I didn’t expect that I have a face like your wife, but what I don’t understand is that President Lane your assistants are all very emotional when they see me, so why are you calm instead?”

“I was already surprised when I saw you last night and looked you up when I got back.” Baird Lane explained.

Christine White blocked the cold curve of her mouth with her teacup, “I see, so President Lane shouldn’t still think I’m your ex-wife, like your assistant does, right?”

Baird Lane laughed softly, “Of course not!”

“That’s good, after all, it’s hard for me to be someone who’s never been married and suddenly become someone’s ex-wife all of a sudden.” Christine White rubbed the rim of her teacup and said meaningfully.

“It was my man who was wrong, and I will make it clear to him that it won’t happen again.”

“I believe President Lane, but I heard that President Lane’s ex-wife had passed away six years ago, but President Lane remembers his ex-wife’s face so clearly, so it’s obvious that President Lane cares about his ex-wife, right?” Christine White narrowed her peach blossom eyes at the man across from her with an unreadable look in her eyes.

“Care? …” Baird Lane murmured with a somewhat dazed expression.

They all say that the person he loves is Christine White, but he’s forgotten his feelings for her, so naturally he can’t still care about her.

But he wasn’t sure why his mood swung so much at the sight of this woman who looked almost identical to Christine White.

It was a feeling he couldn’t describe!

“President Lane? President Lane? “Seeing Baird Lane walking up, Christine White called out to him gently twice.

Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled and sobered, “Sorry Ms. Camp.”

“It’s okay.” Christine White waved her hand to show she didn’t care.

Baird Lane rubbed his brow, his spirit a little weary.

Christine White saw this and casually asked, “Didn’t President Lane get any rest last night?”

Baird Lane’s voice trailed off as he returned, “Kind of, for your amusement.”

He’d seen her last night and thought she was Christine White, and although he’d finally determined that she wasn’t, he’d felt a little bad about it.

Because of this, he had insomnia last night, and only managed to fall asleep in the latter part of the night, but it was not a restful sleep, and he dreamed a lot, yet when he woke up, he couldn’t remember what he was dreaming about.

But something in his gut told him that those dreams were important to him.

Maybe those might not be dreams, but those memories he had lost.

“No, it’s not unusual for President Lane to be in charge of such a large conglomerate and not rested, I certainly won’t be laughing.” Christine White sipped her tea and said politely.

At that moment, the door to the parlor opened and Gates led in a middle-aged man in a scientific white coat.

“President Lane, Minister Chan is here.”

Baird Lane nodded, then introduced Minister Chen, “Minister Chen, this is the holder of the new energy, Ms. Christine Camp.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Christine White stood up and extended her hand towards Minister Chan, “Hello Minister Chan, I am the Director of The Camp Family Energy, Christine Camp.”

“Hello hello.” Minister Chen excitedly shook Christine White’s hand.

He had seen that new energy project, it was definitely the leading new energy technology in the world, and the lady in front of him was the holder of the new energy technology, how could he not be excited.

Christine White looked at the impatient Minister Chen and cried a little.

She then pulled her hand out and turned her head to Baird Lane, “President Lane, can we start talking about working together now?”