Seize His Little Wife

“Huh?” Christine White was a little confused.

Baird Lane let out a low chuckle, “I didn’t mean for anything to happen with you, I’m tired!”

Christine White’s little face was on fire, knowing that she had misunderstood, and she couldn’t wait to find a crack in the ground to hide in.

“I … didn’t mean that.” She stammered in defense.

Baird Lane raised his eyebrows slightly, “So what do you mean?”

“Nothing, I’m sleepy.” She hurriedly closed her eyes.

Baird Lane didn’t hold onto it either, “Hmmm.”

He also closed his eyes back up.

Christine White hesitated, “Baird …”

“Yes?” Baird Lane’s thin lips flicked up.

“Good night!”

Baird Lane’s eyelids fluttered slightly as if to open, but in the end they didn’t, “Good night …”

He returned.

It’s been over a decade, and no one has said goodnight to him since his parents’ accident, not even Grandpa or Molly.

And now he heard it once again, still from this woman he had never been able to look at.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

At this moment, Baird Lane had turned to soft water inside, and he wrapped Christine White into his arms, strong but not painful, “Go to sleep.”

Christine White was a little flattered for a moment when she perceived that his gesture carried a hint of cherishing in it.

She didn’t know how he had become so gentle with her all of a sudden, let alone what was going through his mind at the moment.

But she didn’t ask, for fear that if she did, he would take back all the warmth that was flowing out of him at the moment, and that would not be worth it.

With that in mind, Christine White rubbed herself in the man’s arms and found a comfortable position before falling asleep peacefully.

A good night’s sleep …

The next day, Christine White wakes up and Baird Lane is gone.

With a regretful sigh, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash up and go downstairs.

“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy saw her coming down and greeted her with a smile, “Good morning.”

“Morning Aunt Lucy,” Christine White yawned, “Has Baird gone?”

“Mister left early in the morning.” Aunt Lucy returned, then added, “Back to the old house.”

“Is something the matter?” Christine White asked suspiciously.

Aunt Lucy shook her head, “I’m not sure about that, why don’t you ask mister yourself ma’am, he should tell you.”

Christine White dropped her eyes and smiled bitterly, “Aunt Lucy don’t be ridiculous, how could he tell me anything about him.”

“That’s not necessarily true, I see you and Mr. are much closer these days ma’am.

Christine White was a little dumbfounded by what she said.

Close to Baird Lane?

How is that possible!

“Aunt Lucy, don’t tease me.” Christine White waved her hand, not believing Aunt Lucy’s words.

Aunt Lucy laughed softly, “Ma’am, I’m not teasing you, haven’t you noticed that mister has been much more patient with you lately? He’ll strike up a conversation with you, he’ll answer when you ask him, and he’s even smiling at you now, something he didn’t do before.”

“This …” Christine White’s eyes went wide.

Listening to Aunt Lucy, it does seem that way.

“Ma’am, don’t you believe it yet?” Aunt Lucy looked at Christine White.

Christine White didn’t answer.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe it, but she didn’t have the confidence to believe it.

I’m afraid that if I believe she’s close to Baird Lane now, what if she turns back to her old ways later?

“Alright, since ma’am doesn’t believe me, forget I said it, ma’am, let’s go have breakfast.” Aunt Lucy changed the topic.

Christine White nodded, “Good.”

After breakfast, she came to the office.

Debby York was waiting outside her office door and saw her coming and took her arm affectionately, “Christine, you’re finally here.”

“What’s wrong?” Christine White took out her door card and opened the door.

Debby York rubbed her shoulder, “Of course I have something for you, you remember my birthday in a few days, right?”

“Of course, forgetting anyone’s birthday wouldn’t be forgetting yours.” Christine White nudged Debby York’s forehead, “So is that why you came up here early in the morning to see me?”

“Yeah, I’m sending you an invitation just for you.” Debby York pulled a red invitation from her bag and placed it on the table.

Christine White picked it up and looked at it and laughed, “An invitation? Are you sure you’re having a birthday and not a wedding?”

“Of course not, it’s not even my mom.” Debby York sat down on her butt.

Christine White’s gossip fire rose, “By the way, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my aunt and uncle, how’s their health these days?”

“My mom’s health is okay, but my dad …” Debby York lowered her eyes, her breath a little sad around her.

Christine White then reacted to the fact that she had asked a question she shouldn’t have and wanted to slap herself.

“I’m sorry Debby , I …” she apologized hastily.

Debby York interrupted her with a wave of her hand, “Well, I’m not blaming you, what’s all the tension for.”

Christine White still apologizes.

She knew that Debby York’s main concern was her dad’s health.

Now Debby York looks smiling on her face and nothing is bothering her, but in fact Debby York keeps everything to herself and just keeps her mouth shut.

“Enough about that, why don’t you bring your husband over with you then, and when you do, you’ll see why I’m making such a big deal out of this birthday.” Debby York sighed.

Christine White’s hand shook as she held the invitation, “Do I have to bring my husband?”

“Of course not, it’s just that you have a husband you can bring along, but Christine, you don’t seem to want to bring your husband to my birthday.” Debby York looked at her skeptically.

Christine White averted her eyes, “No, it’s just that my husband doesn’t like these occasions, so …”

“If you don’t like it, don’t come, I’m not forcing it.” Debby York smiled and patted her on the shoulder.

Christine White sighed in relief, “That’s good.”

“Okay, I’ve got my invitations delivered, so I’ll go downstairs.” Debby York rose to take her leave.

Christine White hmmmed, “I’ll walk you to the door.”

After saying that, she walked ahead and just as soon as she opened the door, she was startled by the man standing outside.

“President Lane?” exclaimed Christine White.

Debby York, behind her, heard it and hurriedly poked her head out to see it, and when she saw that it was Baird Lane at the door, her form shook and she, too, hurried to greet him respectfully, “President Lane!”

“Who are you?” Baird Lane looked past Christine White to Debby York.

Debby York introduced herself with a straight face, “I’m Debby York, an employee in the planning department.”

“You’re Debby York?” asked Baird Lane, raising an eyebrow.

Debby York was surprised, “President Lane knows about me?”

Baird Lane swept his afterglow over Christine White, “I’ve heard of it, what are you doing here?”

“I’m friends with Christine … No, Secretary White is a good friend and came up here specifically to see her.” Debby York replied.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “It’s business hours!”

“I’m sorry President Lane, I’ll be right back.” Debby York blushed slightly and hurriedly apologized.

After apologizing, she kept her head down and walked away quickly.

Baird Lane and Christine White were the only ones left in the doorway, and the air froze slightly.

Christine White sucked in her breath, “Baird, don’t blame Debby , if you do blame me.”

“Why should I blame you?” Baird Lane looked down at her.

Christine White flinched, “Because it’s business hours and she came up to see me …”

“Okay, what did she want with you?” Baird Lane waved his hand, digressing.

Christine White ruffled her hair around her ears, “She’s here to deliver the invitations, it’s her birthday in a few days.”

“You’re going?”

“Uh-huh.”

Debby York was her best friend, of course she was going!

Debby York might even get mad if she doesn’t go.

Thinking, Christine White hesitated, “Baird …”

Baird Lane’s eyelids fluttered slightly, “Yes?”