Seize His Little Wife

Only Aunt Lucy, would prepare such a tonic, especially this pig’s foot, in the most Aunt Lucy style.

In the past, Aunt Lucy had often put the phrase “what you eat makes up for what you have” on her lips, and when she had miscarried her first child, Aunt Lucy used to stew pork belly soup for her.

At the thought, Christine White lowered her eyes and gave a soft laugh that was quite emotional.

Speaking of which, it’s been six years and she hasn’t met Aunt Lucy yet.

I also wonder how Aunt Lucy is doing and if her knees still hurt when it’s windy or raining?

And Uncle Foo, Uncle Foo is eighty-eight this year, I think, I don’t know if his health is still strong …

“What’s wrong with you?” Noticing something suddenly wrong with Christine White’s mood, Baird Lane gave her a suspicious look, not understanding why her eyes were red as she looked at the pile of tonic.

Christine White huffed, “It’s okay, I’m making you laugh Baird, I’m just so touched, I didn’t think you’d have so many supplements prepared.”

“I’m just saying it off the top of my head, my aunt at home prepared it.” Baird Lane replied in a faint voice.

Christine White mentally said Aunt Lucy, and the smile on her face became wider and wider.

“Oh? Auntie? Auntie has the right to prepare so much, so it’s obvious that this auntie has a high position in your heart, Baird, right?” She said as if she was not thinking.

Baird Lane hmms softly, “She’s family.”

Christine White’s eyes twinkled slightly, “That aunt is so lucky to be considered family by Baird.”

“Fortunately, I intend to send her abroad to retire, and she won’t go.” Baird Lane sat down.

Christine White frowned, “Why? Is Auntie getting older?”

If she remembered correctly, Aunt Lucy was only about sixty this year, so how did that give him the idea of giving Aunt Lucy a retirement?

Besides, Aunt Lucy has her own children. It’s not his turn to retire.

“The age is not particularly old, just two years ago, fell and fell to the waist, often back pain, I let her go abroad for treatment, she said nothing, as for the reason …” Baird Lane thin lips pursed, did not speak anymore.

But Christine White had about guessed why.

Aunt Lucy won’t go abroad for treatment, I’m afraid, to keep an eye on Molly Bort.

Aunt Lucy never liked Molly Bort, naturally she is not satisfied with Molly Bort as Mrs. Lane, but she can’t disobey Baird Lane, so she can only stay in the villa to monitor Molly Bort.

“How silly!” Christine White murmured.

Baird Lane didn’t hear, “What did you say?”

“No, I’ll just say how did your aunt fall?” Christine White asked as she clasped her hands together.

Baird Lane didn’t see the worry in her eyes, poured himself a glass of water and replied blandly, “Fell downstairs.”

“So, what else did you fall on besides your back?” She asked again.

Baird Lane wasn’t stupid enough to notice a problem once or twice, but he would always notice when she asked more often.

As it was, he felt as if she cared about Aunt Lucy and asked too much detail.

Granted, Baird Lane answered, “No, just the waist.”

“Yeah.” Christine White breathed a faintly inaccessible sigh of relief.

Baird Lane looked at her, “You seem concerned about my aunt?”

He asked his suspicions out loud.

The bottom of Christine White’s eyes quickly flashed a trace of panic, but soon, calmed down again, smiled, “Yes, after all, prepared so many supplements for me, it’s normal to care a little, courtesy, right.”

Seeming to think of changing something, she suddenly stood up and took her cane and headed for her room.

When he came out again, he had an extra bag in his hand.

“Baird, would you please take this to your aunt at home.” Christine White handed the bag over.

“What’s this?” Baird Lane took it and opened it to look at it, but the contents were so tightly wrapped that he couldn’t tell what it was.

“It’s a salve, specifically to relieve back pain.” Christine White returned on cloud nine.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “How did you get this here?”

It’s not like she has back pain, is it?

Christine White saw the suspicion in Baird Lane’s eyes, and sat back to her original position without any panic, “This is what I bought for my dad, my dad sits in the office all year round and has a back problem, before I went back to China, I heard from one of my uncles that the ointment of the domestic Chinese medicine master Wang Guoshi was very effective, and it just so happened that Wang Guoshi was in C City, so I bought some on purpose, and I am ready to send them back.”

Now that she heard that Aunt Lucy was also suffering from back pain, she simply let him take it to Aunt Lucy first.

It turns out that …

Baird Lane gathered his doubts and handed the bag back to her, “Since it’s for your father, you shouldn’t give it to anyone else.”

“Just buy some more, it’s not that expensive.” Christine White held the bag out to him again, and with a very forceful gesture, making it clear that she meant for him to take it for sure.

This action of hers upset Baird Lane a little, “Why must you give it to my aunt, who is a stranger to you, is she not?”

“Right.” Christine White nodded, “Although it’s a stranger, but I’m a person who’s always kind, and this auntie also prepared so many supplements for me, so I’m doing this now, it’s just a courtesy, so don’t think too much about it, Baird.”

She patted him on the shoulder.

Baird Lane was even more upset.

What does it mean to be courteous?

He obviously had Aunt Lucy prepare these things.

Even if it’s a gift, it should be for him. Why Aunt Lucy?

“Baird, what’s wrong with you?” Noticing that the man was a little upset, Christine White moved closer to ask.

The scent of her perfume reached his nostrils unawares, causing his body to instantly tighten, and the memory of that time at the auction even surfaced in his mind.

That time, he also reacted to her by smelling her scent!

At that thought, Baird Lane pranced to his feet and composed his handsome face, his eyes wandering away, “It’s okay, I should go.”

“That’s it?” Christine White was slightly surprised.

Baird Lane hmmm’d and said in a hushed voice, “Something’s up with the group.”

“I see, I won’t keep you then, take care on your way.” Christine White waved at him.

She did not stay in the least, and looked as if she could not wait for him to leave early, which again made Baird Lane’s heart clogged and more uncomfortable, and he should not even speak, dropping his eyelids and carrying his bag towards the door.

That pace was fast and heavy, just like Bo’s last night.

I’m sure it’s both father and son.

Christine White had a very mixed expression.

Even though they haven’t lived together, some of Bao’s usual mannerisms can still inevitably be seen in Baird Lane’s shadow.

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Baird Lane had no idea what Christine White was thinking; he felt the gaze behind him, thought she was eying him, and what had been uncomfortable inside, was suddenly soothing.

Can’t tell you why, but this feeling of being watched by her is really nice.

The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth ticked slightly as he opened the door and excepted the suite.

Outside the suite, Gates, who was waiting there, heard the commotion and turned to see him come out and called out in a rush, “President Lane.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d and handed the bag over in his hand.

Gates took it in bewilderment, “What’s this?”

“Anointed.” Baird Lane returned two casual words.

Gates blinked, “Anointed?”

Baird Lane nods and heads for the elevator, with no explanation of what kind of poultice it is or why he’s carrying it out.

Gates was curious in his mind, but he didn’t ask too many questions and hurried after him.

After excepting the hotel, the two got into the car.

As Gates buckled his seatbelt, he asked, “President Lane, are we going back to headquarters?”

Baird Lane was just about to respond when out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the plaster on the passenger side and shook his head, “Back to the cottage.”

“Hey?” Gates froze, “Back to the villa at this hour?”