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Po grabbed her finger and rubbed it in agreement.

Christine White leads him out of the room.

Ives Norton got up to meet him and looked worriedly at Bo, “How’s it going?”

“It’s okay, Bao just saw that I was hurt and was too worried about me but didn’t know how to express it, that’s all.” Christine White explained simply.

Ives Norton nodded and exhaled softly, “So that’s what it is, I’m glad it’s okay, by the way, what’s for dinner, I’ll make it.”

“You do?” Christine White looked at his chipped palm and his slender fingers in surprise.

How those hands look like they’re holding a scalpel, or a pen.

She couldn’t imagine at all what those hands would look like with a kitchen knife, and couldn’t bear to think about it, it always felt like a waste.

And wouldn’t it be a shame if you got hurt?

“Yeah, let’s give you guys a taste of my handiwork.” Ives Norton rolled up his sleeves, “Don’t look at me like that, I can actually cook.”

Christine White laughed, “Let’s forget it, don’t you have surgeries almost every day now, give your hands a rest, and for dinner or something, just have the hotel send it up.”

With that, she went and called the hotel intercom, giving Ives Norton no chance to cook at all.

Ives Norton had no choice but to call it quits.

The hotel’s side moved quickly, and it wasn’t long after Christine White’s phone call that a waiter came up with food on a trolley.

She had trouble with her legs, so Ives Norton took Bo and set the dinner out.

The dinner was sumptuous, and two or three large individuals sat one in each direction and began to eat.

After the meal, Ives Norton took Bo back to his room.

He ran the bath water for Bao, and when Bao started the bath himself, he stepped out and slightly surveyed Christine White’s foot on the couch, “Your foot, how did you sprain it, anyway?”

“Actually, it was an accident la.” Christine White sipped her water and slowly told him what happened during the day.

Ives Norton’s brow furrowed as he listened, “Was it really an accident?”

“Well, it’s a bit like it was man-made, but it was indeed an accident all right, it was just my bad luck that I just happened to be in the elevator at that time of day.” Christine White said bitterly.

Ives Norton sighed, “Good thing you’re okay.”

God knows his heart just flew out of his chest when he heard about the elevator accident.

“Yeah, luckily that elevator just had rusty pulleys and got a little stuck when descending, if the pulleys broke and the boom box fell off, that would have had consequences …”

Christine White shivered, unable to speak.

Talking about it can only result in one thing, and that’s death.

And die a horrible death, or at least fall into a meatloaf.

So luckily it was just a false alarm during the day and nothing really happened, otherwise she would have died with Baird Lane before she even got her revenge now.

“Well, don’t think too much, you won’t be able to walk properly on this foot for the next two days, so just stay at the hotel for the next two days and get some rest.” Ives Norton said with concern.

Christine White nodded, “Well, that’s what I was thinking, spending time with Bo while my foot hurts.”

“That’s good.” Ives Norton pushed his glasses up in satisfaction.

At that moment, the cell phone suddenly rang.

Christine White put down her glass of water and took her cell phone out of her pocket.

After glancing at the caller ID, she put the phone to her ear, “Hello there, this is Christine Camp.”

“Hello Ms. Camp, we are from the housekeeping team, your apartment has been cleaned, when will you be coming over for your school inspection?” The person on the other end of the phone asked politely.

Christine White smiled, “School pickup is not necessary, you are arranged by my brother, I trust you, I will call you the final payment tomorrow, you just have someone send the key over.”

“Okay, then I won’t disturb your rest Ms. Camp, good night.” The person on the other end of the phone said in a more polite tone.

Christine White hmmm’d and cut the phone off.

Ives Norton peeled an apple, “Who is it?”

“Housekeeping.” Christine White dropped her cell phone next to her.

Ives Norton cut the peeled apple into small pieces and pushed it onto a small plate in front of her, “House ready?”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White responded vaguely as she forked up a piece of apple and popped it into her mouth.

Ives Norton looked at her, “When are you moving?”

“Let’s do it in the next two days, I’m not recuperating from an injury in the next two days, just so I can pack up my things at the hotel and ask someone to move them there.” Christine White replied faintly.

Ives Norton thought so and said nothing more.

Just before he left, he told her to call him when he moved and he came over to help.

Christine White heard it in her ears, but didn’t take it to heart.

To her, moving was just a small matter, and she and Bao didn’t have a lot of stuff, just three or four suitcases full, a lot of things that she was going to wait until she moved into the apartment to get.

So for this stuff, just call a cab to the apartment, there’s no need to get him to help.

What’s more, she had bothered him enough with this small matter.

Day two.

After Ives Norton picked up Bo, the housekeeping side sent over the keys to the apartment.

Christine White played with the keys for a moment before dropping them subsequently on the coffee table and heading back to her room for a video conference.

Since it was not convenient for her to go to the office for the past two days due to her foot injury, a lot of work had to be transferred here to handle.

It was good that the company didn’t have any major events these days and didn’t need her to make decisions, so she could stay here and recuperate without worrying about her injuries.

Ding Dong!

The meeting had just finished and Christine White walked out of the room, propped up on her crutches, when she heard the doorbell ringing.

She couldn’t help but wonder who would be coming over at this hour.

With that in mind, Christine White propped up her cane and headed for the door, and when she reached it, she turned the visual on.

The person outside immediately appeared to her via visualization, and she was mildly surprised that it was Baird Lane!

What’s he doing here?

And there seems to be something in his hands.

Christine White pursed her lips and opened the door.

Baird Lane saw her, dropped his hand on the doorbell, and called out in a faint voice, “Miss Camp.”

Christine White gave him a small smile, “Baird how could you forget, it was only yesterday that you said to call me by my first name, how is it that one night has gone by and you’ve gone back to calling me by my first name?”

She snickered.

But why does the tone sound so strange?

It was as if there was a rebuke to him for plucking something heartless.

Is it an illusion?

Baird Lane pursed his lips and, without much thought, changed his address to, “Christine.”NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Christine White lifted her chin in satisfaction, “That’s right, come on in.”

She took a step back, bracing herself on her crutches, and let the door to the room open.

Baird Lane walked in carrying something after saying he was interrupting.

Christine White closed the door behind her, “Haven’t asked Baird what you’re doing here yet?”

“Visiting.” Baird Lane returned.

Christine White raised an eyebrow, “Visiting me?”

“Well, you were injured at The Lane Family Group, and as Chairman and Decision President of The Lane Family Group I have to take responsibility for that until your injury heals.” Baird Lane placed the items he had brought up on the couch, “These are supplements I had prepared that I said would be good for a foot injury.”

“Yeah? So many, what are they all about?” Christine White stepped forward curiously.

Baird Lane shook his head, “I don’t know, I had it prepared.”

What exactly, he didn’t ask.

Christine White was even more curious, “Can I take it apart?”

Baird Lane nodded, “Of course, it was delivered to you, you certainly have the right to open it.”

“Then I’m welcome.” Christine White smiled brightly at him, set her crutches aside, sat down, and began unpacking these boxes.

After dismantling it, she looked at the pile of ganoderma lucidum ginseng pig’s feet and other things in front of her and fell into deep speechlessness.

If she was right, these things, should be prepared by Aunt Lucy, right?