Seize His Little Wife

I suppose so. After all, she’s not one of those women who used to run to Baird Lane, she’s a partner in Baird Lane.

If Baird Lane is in his right mind, he should know the lesser of two evils.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t see Molly Bort being blamed.

Christine White sighed regretfully.

Suddenly, the cell phone in the bag rang.

Christine White collected her thoughts and pulled her cell phone out, taking a look at the caller ID, she hurriedly put the call through, “Ives.”

“Christine, is the auction over?” Ives Norton asked.

Christine White squeezed her somewhat stiff neck, “Almost.”

“In that case, then you come back soon, little baby misses you and won’t go to sleep anyhow.” Ives Norton looked at the little child who was sitting on the end of the bed playing with the Rubik’s Cube and said with a bitter smile.

The boy is very difficult in nature, even though he doesn’t cry or fuss because of his autism.

Especially when he was told to go to sleep, he simply ignored it.

After thinking about it, he called her.

Christine White’s eyes softened as she heard Po miss her, “I miss him too, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, hurry up, it’s late and if Bo doesn’t go to bed, he definitely won’t be able to get up tomorrow.” Ives Norton said scratching his hair.

Christine White hmmmed, “I will, hard work Ives.”

“It’s okay, you take care on the road.” Ives Norton barked.

Christine White smiled and nodded, disconnecting the phone before walking out of the lounge, going to the organizers of the auction to say hello and leaving.

Back at the hotel, it was almost midnight.

Christine White unscrewed the door to her suite and entered, and heard Ives Norton’s storytelling voice wafting, if at all, from the direction of the bedroom.

She smiled softly and eased her footsteps toward the bedroom.

The bedroom door was open and she took in the sight of the room as she walked over.

I saw Bo sitting on the end of the bed and Ives Norton sitting on the edge of the bed, one twisting a Rubik’s Cube and not being able to stop, and the other holding a children’s book and reading from it.

It was a scene that looked as if one was putting the other to sleep, but in reality they were both playing with each other, not with each other.

Christine White couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

Her laughter also managed to interrupt a large and small group in the room.

The large and small group stopped what they were doing at the same time to look toward her.

Ives Norton looked at her as if she were halfway to her savior, his eyes lit up, “Christine, you’re finally back.”

He can finally be liberated.

This kid, he’s so hard to serve.

Obviously, the previous half of the month was not like this, is it just because mom came, so the nature has become arrogant?

Next to her, Po couldn’t speak, but his eyes were locked on Christine White’s as well, and he seemed to be happy to have her back as well.

“Well, I’m back.” Christine White smiled and walked over towards a large group of children.

As he came to heel, Ives Norton stood up and gave her his place.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

He knew that she definitely wanted to hold Bo.

Fittingly, Christine White read Ives Norton’s gesture and smiled gratefully at him before bending down and picking up the little treasure.

little baby was also very good and lay on her shoulder without moving, and the Rubik’s Cube in her hand was not twisted.

Ives Norton looked on in wonder, “Po sure missed you, look, he’s not even playing with the Rubik’s Cube when you come back.”

Christine White’s heart softened into a pool of water, looking at little baby’s white and tender little face, she didn’t hold back and kissed it, “Mommy also misses little baby.”

Bo’s tiny body froze, seemingly frozen by the kiss.

After a few seconds, he suddenly wrapped his arms around Christine White’s neck and buried his little head in the crook of her neck without moving.

At the sight, Ives Norton laughed, “The little guy can’t be shy, can he?”

Christine White gently patted Bao’s back, “Yes, our Bao is also a little child who is easily shy.”

Po still didn’t move, only his body stiffened even more.

Christine White was thrilled to know that he had listened to all of their conversation.

Bo’s autism, for sure, has gotten very significantly better.

If it were the past, no matter how much they teased him, he wouldn’t react, he would just be completely immersed in his own world, either playing with the Rubik’s Cube or sitting in a daze, not like now, he would silently listen to their words and would make some physical reactions.

Looks like I did the right thing by bringing Bo back home this time.

After thinking about it, Christine White resisted the urge to shed tears and turned her head to Ives Norton, who was beside her, and said, “Ives, why don’t you wait for me outside first, I’ll put little baby to bed first.”

“Good, I’ll be out then.” Ives Norton nodded, said goodnight to Po, and turned to exit the room.

Christine White put Bo back in bed after he left, then went to get the storybook she’d just gotten, ready to put Bo to bed.

What she didn’t expect was that as soon as Bo got under the covers, she rolled over and closed her eyes, not needing her coaxing at all.

Christine White had no choice but to put the storybook down and touch Bo’s little head before turning off the light and exiting the room.

In the living room, Ives Norton was drinking water when he heard footsteps and turned his head to look.

Looking at Christine White as she stretches and generally walks towards the place, she can’t help but be a little surprised, “Got Bo to sleep so quickly?”

“No, Bo went to sleep on his own before I had a chance to coax him.” Christine White said with a smile.

Ives Norton arrived with a glass of water for her as well, “I see, it’s really good to have you back, he went to bed on his own, he wouldn’t go to sleep when I was with him, no amount of coaxing would get him to sleep.”

“I think I want to wait until I get back.” Christine White took the glass of water and sipped it, smiling lightly.

Ives Norton nodded, “I suppose so, that boy Po has always been insecure and the one person he trusts the most is you, the only way he’ll feel at ease is if he waits for you and sees you with his own eyes.”

“Yeah.” Christine White sat down.

Ives Norton smelled the scent of alcohol coming from her and wrinkled his nose, “You’ve been drinking?”

“One drink, don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” Christine White smiled without caring.

Ives Norton pursed his lips, “One glass won’t do, drink less, you don’t have the resources for your other kidney yet.”

“I know, that kind of thing goes with the territory.” Christine White said in a cloudy voice.

Five years ago, she got a kidney replacement that has allowed her to successfully live to this day.

But two years ago, after her grandmother’s death, her body once again appeared abnormal, and after examination, she learned that her other kidney, too, began to fail, which means that her other kidney, too, will have to be replaced in the future!

It’s just that she is in a special situation and it’s hard to find a suitable match, it’s already not easy for The Camp Family to find one for her, it’s not that easy to find another one, so her mind is put in a steady state, and she looks at it very openly, and the doctor has said that she has already replaced one kidney, even if the other one fails completely and a suitable one can’t be found, she can still live for about ten years.

Ten years was more than enough time for her to be there for Bo as she grew into a teenager.

Looking at Christine White, who had no regard for her body,, Ives Norton was a little tired, “You ah …”

“Well, enough about me, did you know about Baird Lane’s headache?” Christine White asked as she put down her glass of water.

Ives Norton frowned, “I know, but how did you know that again?”

“I forgot to tell you, I went to the auction tonight for him, three days ago, Gates came by his command and asked me if I was going to the auction, and I went because I wanted to know what he was up to, and he passed out with a headache before I could get it out of him.” Christine White bristled.

Ives Norton lifted his chin in a daze, “So that’s how it is, but from what I know of him,,, I think he’s not quite dead yet, and still has some suspicions about your identity, so he wanted to test you out himself.”

“Temptation?” The corner of Christine White’s mouth curved into a disdainful arc, “How is he going to test? Isn’t his memory of me stuck at the time I married him? After three years of marriage, didn’t he forget everything?”