Seize His Little Wife

She certainly knows what it means to go to extremes.

Often, the retaliatory extremes are all the same

She really didn’t want Mrs.

“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t tell Baird Lane, or anyone else, I won’t mess around.” Christine White said.

Aunt Lucy let out a long sigh, “And fine, I won’t say anything, but ma’am, is it really out of the question for you and Mr.?”

Christine White shook her head, “Aunt Lucy, he’s forgotten about me, he’s forgotten his feelings for me, and I have no feelings for him, and where can two people with no feelings be?”

“…” Aunt Lucy is speechless.

Mrs. had been so hurt that she had no feelings for Mr., she believed.

But Mr. …

She felt that Mr. still had feelings for Mrs., it was just that Mr. himself was not aware of it because of his memory loss.

Because judging from last night and this morning, Mr. has an unusual attitude towards Mrs. Christine Camp’s vest.

And as Mr. was in such a hurry to throw Molly Bort out, she also felt that there was a reason for Mrs.’s reappearance, and that Mr.’s feelings for Mrs. were, slowly, awakening.

Only these words, she is not good to say, after all, now the wife is only full of hatred for Mr., and how will believe it.

It’s better to go with the flow.

With this thought, Aunt Lucy laughed bitterly, “Well, since you said so, ma’am, it’s not good for me to talk about this anymore, I hope that you, ma’am, will be happy.”

“I will!” Christine White smiled and nodded.

She will be happy in the future.

Bo is her happiness.

Aunt Lucy was relieved to see her smiling so seriously.

But the next second, Aunt Lucy thought of something else and asked anxiously, “Where is the baby? Ma’am, when you had the accident in the first place, you were still pregnant with the baby, is the baby still there?”

“In!” Christine White answered her.

Aunt Lucy was excited, “Boy or girl? What’s the name?”

“Boys, nicknamed Bo and Porter Camp,” Christine White returned one by one.

Aunt Lucy was on the verge of tears with joy, “Well, well, well, Po, Porter , big name, little name.”

“I got the nickname, his grandpa got the first name.”

“So where’s the baby now?”

“It’s at my apartment, Aunt Lucy if you want to meet, I’ll give you the address of the apartment, next time you sneak over, don’t let Baird Lane know.” Christine White reminded.

Aunt Lucy’s smile froze for a split second, “Mistress isn’t going to let Bo return to The Lane Family?”

“No, Bo is a child of The Lane Family, I have never denied it, and I will let Bo recognize his ancestry, but not now, after I get my revenge, I will take Bo back to the old mansion and tell Baird Lane that Bo is his child.” Christine White explained.

“That’s good, that’s good, then I will go to see little baby next time.” Aunt Lucy sighed in relief, “I was really afraid that you wouldn’t let little baby recognize his family, by the way ma’am, do you have a picture of the child?”

“There.” Christine White held out her cell phone and flipped through the pictures of Bo for her to see.

Aunt Lucy’s heart melted when she saw little baby on the photo, “Aiyo, this kid is so cute, ma’am, tell me something about little baby.”

“Good.” Christine White agreed.

After that, she told Aunt Lucy as much as she could about Bo’s upbringing.

But the fact that Bo was born with autism, she didn’t say.

She didn’t want to hang on to her little treasure’s situation and verbalize it at all times, because every time she said it, her heart would ache, so she chose not to say anything.

Time flew by and it was noon.

Christine White took a sip of water and moistened her throat before she was ready to say goodbye and leave.

But just as she was about to open her mouth, the sound of a car engine came from outside.

Aunt Lucy stood up in surprise, “It’s Mister who’s back, I’ll get the door.”

As the words left her mouth, she flew towards the Xuanmen.

It wasn’t long before Christine White heard two footsteps and looked up to see the tall figure of Baird Lane approaching, while Aunt Lucy followed behind him, helping him with the coat he was carrying.

“You’re back.” Christine White stood up as well and greeted Baird Lane with a smile.

Baird Lane looked at her with a slight tremor in his eyes and did not respond.

Christine White cocked her head, “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

Baird Lane lowered his eyes, “It’s fine.”

The phrase ‘you’re back’ that she had just said to him with a smile, made him can’t help but be in a trance for a split second, vaguely, as if there had once been a woman who had smiled at him and said that every time he came back.

“If it’s okay, then why are you staring at me?” Christine White pouted and slanted him a glance.

Baird Lane didn’t say anything and took a seat across from her, looking at the somewhat strange coffee table in front of him and raising an eyebrow in disbelief, “What’s up with the coffee table?”

“It’s not all Molly Bort, she saw Ms. Camp, mouthed off to Ms. Camp and tried to hit Ms. Camp, but then she didn’t look at her feet, tripped over the coffee table, got up and got mad at the coffee table and kicked it over.” Aunt Lucy said without turning red in the face.

Christine White covered her mouth to hide the corners of her mouth that were trying to turn up and didn’t speak.

What a surprise, Aunt Lucy is more credible than she is.

“She hit you?” Baird Lane’s face sank when he heard Aunt Lucy say that Molly Bort had tried to hit someone.

Christine White waved her hand, “She didn’t hit me, the coffee table helped me get my revenge.”

Said she, winking at Aunt Lucy.

Aunt Lucy smiled back at her.

The two of them are unspoken and deep in their hearts.

Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed out a few chills, “Where is she?”

“I’ve had her sent out.” Aunt Lucy said.

Baird Lane blushed a little better, “If she comes back, don’t let her in the door.”

“Don’t worry sir, then sir, you talk with Miss Camp while I go to the kitchen to prepare lunch.” Aunt Lucy said, heading towards the kitchen.

Christine White and Baird Lane are the only ones left in the living room.

Christine White propped her head up and scanned her eyes over Baird Lane, looking at his somewhat wrinkled shirt and couldn’t help but wonder, “Baird, did you get into a fight?”

Hearing this, the corner of Baird Lane’s mouth twitched, “No.”

“And what’s going on with your shirt?” Christine White pointed to the wrinkled area on his shirt.

From her research perspective on clothing, that crease was not naturally occurring, but had been scratched out.

Sure enough, she guessed.

Baird Lane grimaced and sulked back, “Got a handful.”

“What the hell is going on and how did it get caught?” Christine White was interested to know the answer.

Baird Lane didn’t mean to hide anything from her and told her something briefly, “Molly Bort’s debtors were besieging the group, and when I went to deal with it, I was careless and got caught by one of them.”

There’s nothing to hide about this kind of thing, and a lot of the press has been on Molly Bort lately, on him and on The Lane Family.

The Lane Family was surrounded by so many people downstairs, and when he went to take care of it, he must have been photographed by those media, and even if he didn’t say anything, she could have known it by watching the news.

“So are you okay? Did that man get your meat?” Christine White asked with concern.

Baird Lane’s heart warmed, “No.”

“That’s a relief.” Christine White patted her chest.

Baird Lane gazed at her with dark eyes, “You’re worried about me?”

“Yeah, you’re my friend, of course I care about you.” Christine White replied with a smile.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Baird Lane drops his eyelids, “Friends …”

“What’s wrong with that? Aren’t we friends?” Christine White cocked her head.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and was just about to answer when suddenly a childish, but not unruly, voice came from behind, “Who are you?”