Seize His Little Wife

“Curious about my residence?” Baird Lane listened to Christine White with some subtlety.

Christine White hmmm’d, “Yeah, could it be.”

The “may I” sound, to Baird Lane’s ears, had a petulant ring to it.

He couldn’t help but think about the way she pouted for a moment, and his throat went a little dry as he pursed his lips and said in a somewhat raspy voice, “Yes.”

Christine White smiled, “Great, it’s a deal then, I’ll come over in the morning, Baird, get an early night, it’s getting late, good night.”

“… Good night.” Baird Lane said goodbye.

Christine White hung up the phone.

Baird Lane looked at the cell phone screen that had jumped back to the main menu and let out a soft laugh, putting the phone down.

At that moment, there was a commotion on the stairs.

Baird Lane turned his head to see that Aunt Lucy had packed up her room and was coming down the stairs.

“Aunt Lucy,” Baird Lane called out to her.

Aunt Lucy came over wiping her hands, “What is it sir.”

“Tomorrow morning, prepare breakfast for an extra person.” Baird Lane commanded.

Aunt Lucy froze slightly, “Do you have guests coming?”

“Well, a … friend.” Baird Lane searched around and finally settled on the word friend to represent Christine White.

But in the back of his mind, he wasn’t too happy with the word friend.

“A friend?” Aunt Lucy asked in surprise as she thought of something, “Is it Dr. Norton?”

Only from six years ago when Mr. lost his memory for three years, Dr. Norton broke up with Mr., and has not made up with him until now, even on some banquet occasions, when the two met, they did not greet each other, and she was anxious to hear Gates talk about it.

Mister had been friends with Dr. Norton since childhood, and Mister had no friends other than Dr. Norton, so she sincerely hoped that the two would make up.

“No.” Seeming to know what was going through Aunt Lucy’s mind, Baird Lane sank his face and returned two words faintly.

The light in Aunt Lucy’s eyes dimmed momentarily, “If it’s not Dr. Norton, then who is it?”

“The one that gave you the ointment last time.” Baird Lane said.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Aunt Lucy was startled for a moment, then the light returned to her eyes, “It’s Mr.’s partner, that Miss Camp?”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered.

Aunt Lucy clapped her hands together happily, “Great, I was going to ask mister when you had any information on that Miss Camp.”

“What are you asking for?” Baird Lane frowned.

Aunt Lucy cheerfully smiled back, “Of course I’m thanking her, the ointment she gave me is very effective, I’ve put on a few patches and my back doesn’t hurt as much as it used to these days.”

So it is.

Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly, “You thank her tomorrow when she comes.”

“That’s for sure.” Aunt Lucy nods, then asks, “By the way sir, what does Miss Camp like to eat? I’ll prepare it tomorrow.”

Baird Lane dropped his eyes in thought and named a few dishes.

Aunt Lucy’s expression froze when she heard the names of the dishes, “These dishes are not …”

“Hmm?” Baird Lane looked at her quizzically.

Aunt Lucy opened her mouth and swallowed back her unfinished words with a complicated smile, “It’s fine.”

She actually wanted to say that the dishes were the wife’s favorites.

But now that Mrs. has been gone for six years, and Mr. doesn’t even remember Mrs., what’s the point of her talking about it?

Just what she didn’t understand was why Mr. would say what Mrs. liked to eat, did that Miss Camp have the same taste as Mrs.’s?

Thinking about it, Aunt Lucy still asked confirmatively, “Sir, are you sure Miss Camp likes these?”

Baird Lane’s eyes flickered slightly, as if in thought.

After a few seconds, he nodded his head softly, “Uh-huh.”

He didn’t really know exactly what Christine Camp liked to eat, but when Aunt Lucy asked, the names of the dishes came naturally to his mind.

And intuition also told him that Christine Camp should like it.

“Okay then, I’ll make these dishes tomorrow then.” Aunt Lucy answered.

Baird Lane didn’t speak anymore, rubbing his temples gently.

“Almost forgot.” Aunt Lucy suddenly added, “Sir, Molly Bort is awake.”

“Awake?” Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed.

Aunt Lucy replied, “Yes, I was just coming out from tidying up your room and as I passed outside the door to Molly Bort’s room, I heard movement, I think she’s awake.”

“I know, I’ll go up and see.” Baird Lane said, getting up and heading upstairs.

Coming to the door of Molly Bort’s room, Baird Lane didn’t knock, either, but simply wrenched it open and walked in.

In the room, Molly Bort was sitting on the bed, her knees bent up and her two arms holding her head in place, as if she were hiding from something she was afraid of, not even noticing that he had come in.

Baird Lane looked at such Molly Bort, his expression didn’t change, it was still as cold as ever.

He walked over to the bed and stopped, lowering his head slightly and looking down at her, “You know who the courier came from don’t you?”

Aunt Lucy said at the time that Molly Bort’s mouth was screaming ‘she’s back’ before she passed out.

He wasn’t sure if the ‘she’ Molly Bort was referring to was male or female though.

But it was clear to him that Molly Bort must know who it was.

Hearing Baird Lane’s question, Molly Bort shrinks a little and raises to look at him, but then quickly puts her head back down, “I … I don’t know …”

“No?” Baird Lane reached up and cupped her chin, lifting her head forcefully, “Look at me, do you really not know or are you purposely not telling?”

“I … I really don’t know!” Molly Bort returned with a twinkle in her eye.

How can she say that.

How could she say that the person who sent the delivery was Christine White.

She can’t talk about it, absolutely not.

Seeing that Molly Bort is lying, Baird Lane is not surprised or outraged.

Because he’d expected her to do that.

“Really, since you won’t tell me, I’ll have someone look into it, and when I find out exactly what you’ve done, you …”

“Can’t check!” Molly Bort, as if spurred on by something, jumped up violently from the bed and grabbed Baird Lane’s arm, so hard that her nails were on the verge of piercing his flesh through the clothes on his arm.

She stared with two scarlet eyes and a scowl, “You can’t check, Baird you’re not allowed to!”

It can’t be checked and it’s not allowed to be checked, so it’s really doing something God-awful, right?

Baird Lane pulled his arm out with a grim, handsome face, “Did you really kill someone?”

The person didn’t die, but she did do the killing.

Molly Bort’s pupils plummeted and her face snowed in denial, “No, I didn’t kill her.”

“After all this, you’re still lying!” Baird Lane’s tone intensified.

Molly Bort scowled, “I didn’t lie, she’s alive, she said so, she’s back, then she’s not dead, and I’m not a murderer if she’s not dead!”

It’s not murder if you’re not dead?

What kind of talk is that?

According to her, wouldn’t half of the prison population not have killed anyone?

“Meddlesome and unknown.” Baird Lane looked at Molly Bort in disgust, “Say, who the hell was that guy you were trying to kill?”

“No!” Molly Bort yelled with intense emotion, “I told you I didn’t count it as murder and I don’t know who she is!”

She could never tell Christine White off.

What if she blurted out that the delivery was from Christine White and he heard the name and his memory returned?

Why does God have to be so unfair, why does he let Christine White come back from the dead again and again?

She’d obviously done everything so foolproof in the first place, but that Christine White woman had still escaped and survived, and now she was back, coming back to get revenge on her.

Why, why is Christine White just so lucky that she can’t die anyhow!

The more she thought about it, the harder it became for Molly Bort to accept it, and all kinds of jealousy and hatred came up, making her face even more twisted and repulsive.