Seize His Little Wife

Bao stopped his jigsaw puzzle and looked back at her, then quickly turned his head back to continue the puzzle.

Christine White, knowing that this was a sign of agreement from Po, smiled and eased her footsteps into the room.

Coming over to Po, Christine White sat down as well, her eyes going to the figure he had put together.

It was bought for him by Ives Norton, a thousand-piece Monalisa’s Smile, with a difficulty level of hard, so difficult that the average adult couldn’t play with it, and it all took forever to piece together parts of it.

But look at little baby here, all of them have already put together a small part of the puzzle, and the package next to it still indicates that this pair of puzzles has just been unwrapped.

This shows that being able to put together a small part of the puzzle in such a short period of time, this puzzle is not too difficult for Bao.

“Po is so smart.” Christine White reached up and rubbed Bo’s head.

Bao put his head down, his little white ears slightly flushed.

Christine White looked surprised that Po was actually shy!

Still so bluntly shy.

What does that mean? It means Bo is getting better.

Thinking of this, Christine White, in her excitement, took Bo into her arms, “Bo, mommy is really happy!”

Bao blinked, as if he didn’t understand what she was so happy about.

Christine White kissed him on the forehead, and without explanation, gently released him.

“Bo, can mommy ask you a question?” Christine White looked at her son in front of her.

Po looked at her as well, as if waiting for her to speak.

Christine White took a deep breath and cupped Bo’s face, “Does Bo want Daddy?”

Po’s light brown pupils revealed a hint of confusion, not understanding why she was asking this.

Christine White’s thumb gently rubbed Little Treasure’s tender little face, “Mommy never thought about whether Little Treasure needed a daddy or not, and it was your godfather who reminded me, so Mommy is asking you now, do you want a daddy?”

Po cocked her head, then went to touch her pockets.

Christine White, unsure of what Po was up to, watched his movements quietly, not stopping them.

Po fished Christine White’s cell phone out of her pocket and handed it to her, signaling her to unlock it.

Christine White did as she was told and unlocked it.

Bao took his phone back again and tapped on the album, pulling a picture out of it.

The man in the photo was dressed in a suit, his face was as frosty as frost, and his pair of light brown pupils were devoid of the slightest emotion.

The person in this photo is undoubtedly Baird Lane.

This photo was specially searched on the internet by her last year, just to tell Bo that this man was his father.

After that, she had kept this photo in her album without deleting it, not realizing that it had actually been turned up again by little baby now.

“Po what are you pointing out his picture for?” Christine White asked.

Po pointed to Baird Lane in the picture and shook his head.

Christine White ventures a guess, “Bo doesn’t need this dad?”

Po nodded.

This dad is bad. Uncle said dad forgot mom.

He doesn’t like the dad.

Christine White’s nose was slightly sore.

little baby this answer, is kind of in her expectation, she took the phone and pressed it out, “Good, since little baby doesn’t need this father, then we want this father, but little baby’s future growth is to need the role of father to guide little baby, little baby want godfather to be the father?”

Christine White tried to ask.

Po blinked, not nodding or shaking his head, just staring at her.

Christine White subconsciously assumed he didn’t want to and stopped mentioning it.

She knew that mentioning it too much would only cause the little kid to overreact.

And it was in turn a relief to her if Po didn’t want to.

After all, she was really afraid that little baby would nod her head, and then she couldn’t help but agree to be with Ives Norton for little baby’s sake; after all, Ives Norton was the only man who could be accepted by little baby out of the accident of The Camp Family people, and it was normal that little baby would want him to be a father.

But luckily Bo didn’t agree.

“Well, it’s late, time for the little ones to go to bed.” Christine White gathered her thoughts and picked Po up from the floor and headed for the bed.

By the time she had put Bo to sleep, it was almost eleven o’clock.

Christine White turned her stiff neck and went to the bathroom in her pajamas, ready to wash up and rest.

The following day, Ives Norton came over as usual.

When he arrived, he greeted Christine White naturally, as if nothing had happened last night.

Christine White wasn’t sure how she was going to face him, but looking at him like this, she was suddenly relieved.

I’m afraid he just made a point of pretending nothing was wrong because he didn’t want to stress her out.

In that case, she would just pretend that nothing had happened, and when she found some time afterward, she would make it clear to him properly and reject his confession.

With that, both of them unspokenly refrained from mentioning last night’s incident, and after breakfast, they took little baby to kindergarten.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or not, but Christine White always feels that there’s something strange about Po’s attitude towards Ives Norton.

As for what was strange, she couldn’t say and didn’t think much of it.

By the time Bo was dropped off at the nursery, Christine White had also separated from Ives Norton and was driving alone to The Lane Family Group.

Just as she arrived downstairs at the group, she saw Gates standing at the entrance to the lobby as if he was waiting for someone.

It wasn’t until her car stabilized and Gates walked toward her that she realized that the person Gates was waiting for was her.

“Ms. Camp.” Gates gentlemanly pulled the car door open for Christine White.

Christine White got out of the car, removed the sunglasses from her face, and looked at him with interest, “Special Assistant Gates waited for me in Land?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Yes, President Lane knew you were coming to the meeting so he specifically asked me to wait down here and show you to the conference room.” Gates returned.

Christine White rubbed her chin, “So, it seems you guys really value me.”

Gates dryly laughed twice, did not say to pick up, but in his heart, this is simply not the general importance of good!

What woman has President Lane ever been so attached to, so special to, other than his former wife?

Not only did he personally choose the bag, but he also personally let him, the personal assistant, come down to meet him. It seems that President Lane really cares so much about Miss Camp because of this face of Miss Camp.

Maybe President Lane subconsciously still loves Madame, but President Lane himself is not yet aware of it, because he can’t recall any memories about those with Madame.

Once he remembers, President Lane’s feelings for Madame, will definitely be rekindled as well, just what’s the point at that time, Madame has already been dead for six years, and the only thing he’s worried about right now is that President Lane is already in love with this Miss Camp before he even remembers those memories with Madame.

As for Molly Bort, he just never thought President Lane would last long with this woman.

With that in mind, Gates pushed up his glasses and prepared to take Christine White inside, only to take a look at her and realize she was looking around for something.

Gates was a little curious, “Ms. Camp, what are you looking at?”

Christine White had a twinkle in her eye, “Nothing.”

As the words left her mouth, she raised her chin slightly and after casting a provocative look in one direction, she signaled that Gates was free to go.

Gates looked in the direction she’d just looked in with a blank expression; there was only a black sedan there, and nothing else.

What the hell is Ms. Camp looking at?

Unable to figure it out, Gates simply didn’t want to and led Christine White to the conference room.

The conference room was already full and Christine White was in the spotlight as soon as she entered.

Christine White smiled and nodded after taking a slight glance at those executives of The Lane Family Group, then only then did she look at the man in the main seat and extended her hand, “President Lane, hello again!”