Seize His Little Wife

Christine White lowered her eyelids to hide the sarcasm in her eyes and smiled, “If Baird said he wanted Miss Bort to suffer the consequences of what she did, then why didn’t he let Miss Gates go to jail instead of bailing her out… Miss Gates has been cheating on her taxes and with a huge amount of money, jail time is what she deserves isn’t it? ”

Baird Lane always felt that her words held a different meaning, but couldn’t tell what it was, pursed his thin lips and returned, “A child can’t live without a mother.”

“So you bailed Ms. Gates out?” Christine White narrowed her eyes slightly.

Baird Lane adjusted his sitting position, “Sort of.”

“Baird really does love his daughter.” Christine White said meaningfully, looking down.

Baird Lane drops his eyes, “Because she is comfort.”

Because Ann is about the same age as the child Christine White once carried in her womb, that’s why he dotes on Ann, is because he treats Ann as the child that wasn’t meant to be in this world.

But lately he’s become much less attached to Ann, not as dotingly fond of her as he used to be.

The biggest reason for this was that Ann was so bratty, and the other reason was that he selfishly suddenly didn’t want to spoil like anymore.

And why that thought had come to him, he wasn’t sure himself.

“Solace?” Christine White was a little confused.

Baird Lane seemed to elaborate on the point of explaining it to her as well, separating his crossed arms and standing up, “Come on, I’ll take you to the factory to see the car modeling.”

“Good.” Christine White reluctantly tugged at the corner of her mouth in agreement.

By the time I finished looking at the modeling, it was two hours later.

Christine White followed Baird Lane back to The Lane Family Group.

Gates stood waiting outside his office and flinched when he saw Christine White, “Ms. Camp.”

“Special Assistant Gates.” Christine White smiled at him.

The smile, looking at Baird Lane felt a little harsh, and a little less comfortable in his heart.

He didn’t like it when she smiled so warmly and brightly at other men.

“Something wrong with you?” Baird Lane asked coldly to Gates.

Gates sensed that he was a little displeased with himself, and his eyes revealed a few moments of bewilderment, not understanding what he had done to upset him.

But Gates didn’t think much of it, and hastened to collect himself and answer, “It’s a bit of a matter; I’ve brought the words you asked me to bring to Molly Bort, who is now very unhappy and wants to abrogate those contracts.”

Baird Lane grunted coldly, “She signed the contract herself in the first place, now she wants to abolish it, it’s impossible, don’t get to bother her anymore, when those parents can’t call the police when they can’t get a refund, she’ll naturally stop making a fuss.”

“So, what are you guys talking about?” Christine White asked curiously.

What contract?

Molly Bort signed a contract with Baird Lane?

Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched when he heard Christine White’s question, “I’m sorry, this is a family matter, so I’m sorry I’m not at liberty to answer.”

Christine White waved her hand, “It’s okay, since it’s a family matter, it’s only right that Baird doesn’t talk about it.”

Baird Lane hmmmed, “Come on, aren’t we going to discuss the number of cars to be produced?”

“Yeah. ” Christine White nodded, then lifted her foot into his office.

Instead of going in right away, Baird Lane instructed Gates, “Go get two cups of coffee in here.”

“Okay.” Gates obliged.

Baird Lane then went into the office.

Gates’ coffee came quickly, and Christine White thanked him before taking a sip from one of the cups, then frowning.

Baird Lane saw it and put down the pen he was holding, “What’s wrong?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Too sweet.” Christine White said as she put down her coffee.

Baird Lane glanced over, “In for another drink then.”

“I’m on my way.” Gates picked up the coffee Christine White had been drinking.

Christine White barked at him, “I’ll have the original.”

Gates was surprised, “Ms. Camp isn’t afraid of hard work?”

Christine White said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, “Coffee is no more bitter than the heart, and here I have tasted the bitterest bitter flavor in the world.”

She pointed to her chest.

Gates nodded plausibly and went out with his coffee to change.

Baird Lane looked at Christine White, “The bitterness you speak of, is that what those enemies you spoke of before did to you?”

Christine White was slightly surprised, “Not bad, you actually hit the nail on the head.”

“It wasn’t hard, you’re The Camp Family’s first lady, you couldn’t have been raised to suffer, then the only suffering you’ve ever suffered was brought to you by your enemies.” Baird Lane said in a faint voice.

Christine White laughed softly and pulled a carton of lady cigarettes out of her purse, “Can I smoke?”

Baird Lane arched his eyebrows slightly, “You still smoke?”

“Well, an occasional smoke, a small one.” Christine White shook out a cigarette.

Seeing that she was about to take it in her mouth, a flash of displeasure crossed Baird Lane’s eyes and he stopped it in a quiet voice, “I can’t smoke here.”

Christine White froze, “But you have an ashtray here.”

“Just decorating.” Baird Lane lied lightly, looking not at all ashamed.

Christine White gave a low chuckle, “So President Lane tell me what’s up with the cigarette butts in this decorative ashtray?”

Baird Lane swept in, his demeanor still calm, “This is my office and I don’t like people smoking in my office.”

Christine White seemed to be dumbfounded by his forcefulness, and looked at him fixedly for a while, before she put away the cigarette in a disinterested manner and stuffed it back into the box, “OK, I won’t smoke it then, I’ll have a cup of coffee, OK?”

She took a sip of the coffee Gates had re-poured.

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane responded with satisfaction and said, “Smoking is bad for a woman’s health, and you really shouldn’t smoke.”

Anyway, he didn’t like her smoking.

He subconsciously also felt that she just shouldn’t smoke.

Christine White laughed at Baird Lane’s words, “I can’t tell, President Lane is quite caring.”

“I only care about you.” Baird Lane picks up.

Christine White puffed out her coffee.

Baird Lane was sitting right across from her and didn’t expect her to suddenly spray coffee, so he wasn’t prepared for it, and his whole body was sprayed, covered in coffee stains, dark and black, making his face look extremely funny.

Christine White really didn’t hold back a couple of snickers either.

That laugh of hers reached Baird Lane’s ears and made his whole face grimace, and with the coffee stains on his face, it was black as an eye.

Those coffee stains slid downward with his expression and dripped back down his chin, staining his suit jacket and white shirt.

Seeing this, Christine White hurriedly stifled her laughter, brushed and drew several paper towels, and went up to wipe his face, while wiping his face, she apologized, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it, it’s really because you just made me squirt with that comment, are you okay? The coffee didn’t seep into your eyes, did it.”

I don’t know if it’s because her own strength is that strong or it’s caused by too much tension, Baird Lane’s face is a little bit painful by her rubbing, and he feels that the skin is going to be rubbed off by her, so he can’t help but raise his hand, trying to ask her to stop rubbing.

Only his line of sight was blocked by her arm, he originally only wanted to take the paper towel away from her hand, unexpectedly when he went to take the paper towel, her hand suddenly moved to a position just in front of his hand, making him subconsciously close his palm

Her hand was coldly grabbed by a large, warm hand and Christine White stopped, looking down in bewilderment at the hand that had grabbed her hand, “You …”

Baird Lane also realized that he had grabbed the wrong one, and looked slightly stiff for a split second before he quickly released his hand, “Sorry, I grabbed the wrong one.”

Christine White had a ghostly glint in her eye, “It’s okay, are you trying to grab the tissue out of my hand?”

Baird Lane nodded gently, “Well, I’ll do it myself.”

“Good.” Christine White cheerfully shoved the tissue into his hand and took a step back.

Let a person’s heart refreshing fragrance far away, Baird Lane heart actually surfaced a little reluctance, but he hid it well, so that no one can see.

He stood up and wiped his hair with a paper towel, Christine White just stood across the room looking at him, after a few moments of looking at him she suddenly spoke up, “Baird, did you just mean it when you said you only cared about me?”