Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane’s pupils quivered slightly, “You heard wrong.”

“Yes?” Christine White gazed at him skeptically.

“Yes.” Baird Lane wiped the stain on his shirt with slightly drooping eyelids, not even looking at her.

Christine White pursed her lips, then sighed with feigned regret, “So I misheard it, causing me to be happy for nothing, I thought …”

“Why?” Baird Lane finally looked at her.

Christine White, however, smiled and shook her head, “It’s nothing, Baird, your clothes are dirty, take them off and give them to me, I’ll buy you a new set.”

“No!” Baird Lane declined, dropping the tissue that was already falling apart.

Christine White’s attitude, however, is very tough, “How can that be, because of my relationship, dirty your clothes, how can I also be responsible for it, since you do not allow me to buy a new one, how about you take it off and give it to me, and I’ll bring it back to deal with the clean and give it back to you?”

Baird Lane frowned, “You wash?”

Christine White hmmmed softly, “You won’t let me buy a new one, so I’ll just have to wash it.”

“You don’t have to wash it or pay for it.” Baird Lane tugged off the tie of his shirt, still refusing.

Christine White narrowed her eyes, “No, I must take responsibility for this, anyway, I’ll buy it or I’ll wash it, your choice, if you don’t, then I’ll just go buy a set.”

So stubborn?

Baird Lane looked into her determined eyes, and with an inward flutter, he averted his gaze without trace, “As you wish.”

He took off his suit jacket and threw it on a chair, lifting his feet in the direction of the lounge.

Christine White knew that by saying whatever you want, he meant that she should do it herself, buy it or wash it, whatever she wanted.

So she decisively chose to buy it, she didn’t have the patience to actually do any laundry for him.

And the so-called laundry and clothes shopping were really just excuses she made.

She had wanted to visit Aunt Lucy since a few days ago, when she had learned that he had a bad back, but had never known what excuse to find to go to his villa.

Spraying the coffee was purely an accident, and she did get surprised by his comment before she sprayed it, but seeing his coffee-stained clothes, she did immediately think of a reason to go see Aunt Lucy.

It’s the idea of going to the cottage to see him with new clothes that he’s bought, or clean clothes that he’s washed, ostensibly to return them, but really to see Aunt Lucy, which is why she insists on being responsible for his clothes.

Otherwise, she would have never cared if he had said he wouldn’t buy it or wash it.

With that thought in mind, Christine White picked up Baird Lane’s blazer and folded it, pressing the intercom to call Gates in.

Gates came in and saw that she was the only one in the office with no Baird Lane in sight and wondered, “Ms. Camp, where is President Lane?”

“In the shower, I think.” Christine White said, pointing in the direction of the rest room.

“Ahem, a bath?” Gates exclaimed incredulously, his eyes going wide.

Why is President Lane in the shower?

Did they …

Gates looked at Christine White with wry eyes, and in his mind he simply admired her!

She actually took President Lane just like that!

The look in Gates’ eyes was so obvious that Christine White took one look, knew what he was thinking, and couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Special Assistant Gates, are you thinking something you shouldn’t be?”

“No no no!” Gates shook his head like a rattle and vetoed that he definitely didn’t think much of it.

Christine White looked at him with a smirk, “Come on Special Assistant Gates, you can’t fool me, you’re just thinking about me and President Lane, aren’t you?”

Special Assistant Gates compensated by squeezing his facial muscles, “I really don’t …”

His heart was small.

Christine White cut in, “A man can’t even admit that, but you’re really overthinking it, I’m telling you President Lane nothing happened, I accidentally got coffee on him, his clothes were dirty and his hair was wet, that’s why he went to take a shower, believe it or not. ”

She showed him the blazer she had just folded.

Gates looked at it, and his mouth dropped open in disbelief when he saw the significantly darker colored portion of the top, and the strong smell of coffee emanating from there.

So it was really him who misunderstood!

What he was wondering, though, was why the Camp lady in front of him had gotten coffee on President Lane, and how she had done it.

“What’s on your mind?” Christine White reached out and waved her hand in front of Gates, “You didn’t answer me when I called you twice.”

Gates came back to his senses now and touched the tip of his nose in some embarrassment, “Did Ms. Camp call me in for something?”

He finally asked for business.

Christine White refolded Baird Lane’s blazer and cradled it in her arms, “Help me find a bag for it, I’ll take it with me later, I soiled your President Lane’s clothes, I’ll have to pay him for a new set, compare and contrast later.”

“I see… Well then, Ms. Camp, wait a moment, I’m on my way.” After saying that, Gates turned around and left the office.

But soon, he found a black tote bag and returned.

Satisfied, Christine White thanked her and put the clothes in a bag.

At that moment, Baird Lane came out of the shower with a fresh set of clothes, apparently he had a spare in the lounge.

She had expected him to come out in his bathrobe.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

What a shame!

Sighing, Christine White looked at Baird Lane who was scrubbing her hair, “Baird, I’m really sorry, I’ll bring you new clothes tomorrow.”

Hearing the words new clothes, Baird Lane knew she had chosen to buy him new ones, and with a hmmm, agreed with her.

Christine White smiled, “Then Baird, I’ll take my leave.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane gave a slight nod.

Christine White waved at him and carried the bag away.

Once         she left The Lane Family Group, Christine White drove to the nearest mall, found the counter spot for the same brand as the suit in the bag and walked in.

Once inside, she handed the bag directly to the guide and asked him to choose a similar suit based on what was in the bag.

The guide was very enthusiastic and went to do as he was told, because the suit in the bag he took a look at, was the most expensive model, buy a set out, her commission can buy a six-figure designer bag in full.

So how can a guide not be enthusiastic.

Christine White looked at the guide’s chosen suit and stroked her chin with a satisfied nod.

The suit is the same dark black color as the one in the bag, but it has a few more little designs than the one in the bag, which gives it an age-defying effect when worn.

“Nice, that’s it, check out!” Christine White took the card out of her wallet and casually handed it to the guide.

The guide took it with a smile and went to the cashier to swipe her card.

When she finished swiping her card, Christine White took back her bank card with the purchased suit and looked at the invoice, unable to resist raising her eyebrows.

A suit that actually cost her a tenth of the money on her card. She had really put her money down in order to see Aunt Lucy once.

But thinking about how good Aunt Lucy had been to her in the past, it didn’t seem so meaty to spend the money.

But it did remind her of one thing, and that was that she still owed Baird Lane money.

Once Baird Lane helped her by giving The White Family five million dollars, which she had always thought of returning to him, but just couldn’t afford it at the time, so she never did.

And in addition to the five million dollars, there are some subsequent expenditures that Baird Lane made on her behalf that she will have to pay back.

All in all the miscellany adds up to almost 10 million dollars.

It was money that she was bound to pay back, she didn’t want to owe him anything.

With that in mind, Christine White got into the car, threw her clothes on the passenger side, took out her cell phone and called Lisa out, “Get me a check for ten million dollars, I’ll need it.”

“Ten million dollars?” Lisa exclaimed.