Seize His Little Wife

“Yeah.” Christine White nodded.

Baird Lane opens the door and gets out of the car, going around the front and helping her down from the passenger side, “Don’t you have a house in C?”

“There is.” Christine White followed him as she answered in detail, “It’s just still being cleaned and ventilated, I should be able to move in tomorrow, so I’ll be staying at the hotel for now these days.”

So it is.

Baird Lane lifted his chin in a daze, and without asking, helped her into the hotel.

It was only after she went in that Christine White told him which room she was staying in.

Baird Lane walked her to the door of her suite, “Access card.”

Christine White was stunned for a moment, “President Lane, would you like to come in and sit down?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Baird Lane’s eyes flickered slightly and he didn’t answer, acquiescing.

That’s what he meant.

He wanted to see where she lived.

Christine White read Baird Lane’s mind when he really wanted to go in and sit down, and frowned slightly.

What’s wrong with this man?

How many days have they known each other?

That he was about to go in and sit down could already be described as rude behavior, right?

Could it be that just because she had just falsely revealed in front of him that she had a bit of a crush on him, he was starting to take an interest in her as well?

If that was the case, it seemed like it was a good thing, so that she was more certain that he would fall in love with her in the shortest amount of time possible.

Then she can ask him to divorce Molly Bort, and then she can make Molly Bort pay!

Thinking this way, Christine White’s breathing became rapid, and the excitement in her heart almost didn’t contain itself and showed on her face.

But it was a good thing she still had her senses and wasn’t really out of control, or Baird Lane would have seen the difference and suspected her of something.

“Here.” Christine White took the access card out of her bag and handed it to Baird Lane.

Since he wants to go in and sit down, let him in.

She was planning to make him fall in love with her again, so how could she say no to some of his little requests.

Furthermore, little baby was still in kindergarten, and she wasn’t worried about him finding out about little baby’s existence.

Baird Lane had no idea what was going through Christine White’s mind as he took the access card and swiped it on the lock.

The door ticked open.

Baird Lane helped her inside and set her down on the couch in the living room, then his eyes didn’t move as he surveyed the living room.

Seeing a couple Rubik’s Cubes and some other toys sitting on the coffee table in the living room, Baird Lane couldn’t help but be surprised, “You play with these?”

Christine White shook her head meaningfully, “I don’t play, but some people do.”

“Who?” Baird Lane’s brow furrowed, and the first thought that came to mind was that she should be talking about a man.

Is it her boyfriend?

Baird Lane’s hand, which was hanging down, clenched coldly, with some irritation.

Christine White picked up a Rubik’s Cube and played with it, “A very cute little kid.”

“Little friend?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.

Christine White hmmm’d, “Yes, very cute and adorable little kid, only five years old this year, and exceptionally smart, I especially like him, so I bought him a lot of Rubik’s Cubes and toys.”

At those words, Baird Lane’s clenched hand suddenly loosened, and the bit of irritation in his heart abruptly disappeared.

So it’s a kid.

I think it’s the child of one of the tenants who live on the same floor.

“You like kids a lot?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White stroked the Rubik’s Cube, “Yes, children are the most adorable in this world, they are pure and innocent and wonderful, who wouldn’t love them?”

Baird Lane didn’t answer.

Because he didn’t know how to pick it up.

He couldn’t say that he was the one who didn’t like children.

For Ann, it even took him three or four years to accept it yet, and accepting Ann, not because he fell in love with Ann, but because when he saw Ann, a false image of a child came to his mind.

He didn’t know why a child’s shadow appeared in his mind, and every time that child’s shadow appeared, he felt very guilty inside, and felt very sorry for that child.

That child’s silhouette looked about the same age as Ann, and instead of him doting on Ann, it was more like, he transferred his doting on that child, to Ann.

He remembered that Aunt Lucy had once said that Christine White was carrying his child in her stomach when she died, maybe that child’s virtual shadow was the one in Christine White’s stomach, and if the child was still alive, counting its age, it was indeed about the same age as Ann.

“President Lane, why don’t you say something?” Christine White saw Baird Lane fuming and reached out to wave her hand in front of his face.

Baird Lane rubbed his brow, “It’s okay, it’s getting late, Ms. Camp …”

“You’re too kind President Lane, we’ve known each other for a few days now, we’re sort of friends, so you can call me by my first name, my parents brother and my friends call me Christine, but of course, I prefer to be called Christine.” Christine White said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

Baird Lane didn’t expect her to suddenly ask him to call out his nickname and froze for a few seconds.

Upon returning to his senses, he subconsciously nodded and called out to Christine.

He also felt that the title Christine suited her better than Christine.

Christine White’s smile broadened, “How about I call you by your first name too then, Baird?”

Baird Lane dropped his eyes, “Yes!”

The only person left in the world today who calls him Baird is Molly Bort.

But somehow he felt that this Baird shout of hers for Molly Bort was more to his liking.

It was as if the Baird was supposed to come out of her mouth.

“Then it’s a deal, I’ll call you Baird and you call me Christine,” Christine White clapped her hands together gleefully.

Baird Lane had no objection.

After that, he called out to her for a hotel bellhop to come and take care of her exclusively before excusing himself and leaving.

Once he was gone, Christine White wasn’t maintaining the deliberate smile on her face and resumed her indifference.

“Baird Lane, ah Baird Lane, you’re too much of a disappointment to me even now!” She murmured disdainfully.

In the past, when she had first become his wife, she had tried to call him by his name without his permission.

It wasn’t until after three years, when he’d gone back to the cottage to live with her for a while for Molly Bort’s plan to have her bone marrow, that he acquiesced to her calling him by his first name.

But now, someone who had only known him for a few days had offered to call him by his first name, and he had actually agreed, even if the person was herself, and she was upset.

But that’s good, the more special he is to Christine Camp, the sooner she can break him in.

After thinking about it, Christine White stretched and after looking at her ankle, which had already subsided somewhat, she took out her cell phone and made a call out.

“Hey, Ives,” Christine White was the first to speak when the phone was picked up, her expression much more real, not even a faked smile kind of thing like it had been in front of Baird Lane.

“Christine, what can I do for you?” Ives Norton’s refreshing voice came through.

Christine White said with some embarrassment, “It’s like this, I might have to ask you to pick up Bao again today, I can’t go today, my foot is twisted.”

“What? Sprained your foot? Is it serious?” Ives Norton’s voice tensed at the sound of her injury.

This undisguised concern touched Christine White and at the same time multiplied her psychological pressure.

Because the more he cared for her, the more she felt sorry for him.

She couldn’t respond to his feelings.

“It’s not serious, it’s just dislocated, it’s already been seen by a doctor.” Christine White whispered back.

Ives Norton breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good, okay, I’ll pick up Bo from kindergarten at the right time.”

“Thank you really Ives,” Christine White said gratefully.

Ives Norton smiled, “You’re welcome, I’m Bo’s godfather, it’s only right to pick him up from school, by the way, where are you now?”