Seize His Little Wife

Realizing what was going on, Assistant Gates glanced at a seething Baird Lane and rushed over to unlock the door.

Christine White stood in the doorway with her head bowed, her thin shoulders shaking as if she were crying.

“Ma’am, why are you here?” Assistant Gates’s always stereotypical and strict face pulled out a rare awkward and forced smile.

Christine White ignored him, only lifting her small, pale, tear-stained face to look woundedly at the man in the study.

When the man saw her like this, a complexity rose in his heart in vain.

“You go on back!” Baird Lane waved his hand at Gates’s assistant.

Gates’s assistant had long since been unable to stand and quickly left, clutching his briefcase.

Baird Lane walked towards Christine White and glanced down at the mess on the floor, his eyes flashing slightly, “You heard all that?”

Christine White composed her palms and choked out, “Why … why did you do this to me …”

“Sorry!” Baird Lane’s eyes sank.

His apology made Christine White feel even worse inside, and she directly crouched on the ground and cried.

Baird Lane reaches out and tries to pull her to her feet, but looking at her crying so hard, he eventually gives up and clenches his hand into a fist and takes it back into his pants pocket.

I don’t know how long it took, but Christine White’s crying subsided.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “Since you just heard it all, I won’t hide it from you, Christine White, I need your bone marrow!”

Christine White’s body shook a little, her voice bitter, “So … you thought of me for my bone marrow?”

“Yes!” Baird Lane looked her in the eye and spat out a slow word.

He didn’t want to lie to her, or to himself.

If her bone marrow hadn’t been the only thing that could have saved Molly, he might never have been there for her in his life.

“Sure enough …,” Christine White took two steps back, her eyes red, “I should have thought of that, you never had me in mind, and how could you show up out of nowhere without a purpose. ”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched without words.

Christine White raised her sleeve and wiped her eyes, “Who’s Molly Bort?”

If she’d heard correctly just now, he was trying to use her bone marrow to save this woman named Molly Bort.

That Molly Bort must mean a lot to him.

“She’s a friend of mine …” Baird Lane lowered his eyes, his eyelids hiding all the emotion underneath them, “a friend.”

“Friends?” Christine White repeated his words over and over, suddenly smiling sourly, “Really just friends?”

What kind of friend would make him even think twice about counting her as his wife.

“Christine White, what do you mean? You don’t believe me?” Baird Lane frowned tightly.

He can’t let go of Molly, but he and Molly are already a no-go.

“I didn’t disbelieve you.” Knowing that Baird Lane was offended by her questioning, Christine White shook her head and waved her hand back and forth to explain, “I’ve just never heard of you having a female friend around, so I can’t help but overthink it.”

“I know exactly what to do and what not to do!” Baird Lane pursed his lips and gave her a sidelong glance.

Was this his way of reassuring her?

Christine White’s heart was slightly sweet, and her eyes unconsciously overflowed with a few smiles.

“You come in with me.” Baird Lane turned toward the study.

Christine White pinched her fingers and hurried to keep up with him.

Baird Lane pulls open a desk drawer, removes a file from it, and pushes it in front of Christine White.

“Look at this.”

Christine White flipped the file open and her gaze quivered, “A bone marrow donor letter?”

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “You finish it.”

“… Good.” Christine White pulled at the corners of her mouth in a far-fetched manner and steeled herself to read on.

After reading it, she closed the file and handed it back to Baird Lane, rather shocked, “That Miss Molly Bort, is in the middle to late stages of leukemia?”

“Good, the only way to cure Molly is to replace the bone marrow, which has a sixty percent chance of curing her.” Baird Lane clenched his fists, his tone undisguised with worry.

Christine White heard it and bit her lip in a flood of acid, “Why does it have to be my bone marrow.”

Molly, that’s a pretty intimate name.

The only time he would call her Christine was in front of Grandpa and her mom.

Baird Lane looked up at Christine White, “Because yours is the only one that fits best.”

“Me?” Christine White pointed to her nose, looking a million times more surprised, “But I don’t remember doing any bone marrow matching, how did you guys find out?”

“Pre-marital physical.” Baird Lane pulled out a chair and sat down, “Ives picked you when he screened the genetic archives at the hospital, you had the best bone marrow match.”

“No wonder …” Christine White smiled bitterly.

Baird Lane was silent for a few seconds and folded his legs, “I did something wrong with this, I should have told you from the beginning.”

Christine White shook her head and didn’t answer.

Baird Lane sighed, “I know you’re upset, but I hope you’ll agree to donate your bone marrow, Molly she’s still waiting for her life to be saved, I’ll give you whatever compensation you want after the operation is successful.”

“Then if I want you to promise to be a real couple with me, will you do the same?” Christine White looked at him with a hopeful glint in her eyes.

Baird Lane was stunned for a moment, his brow peaked in a slight frown and his voice trailed off, “If that’s what you want, yes!”

Surprisingly, he agreed!

Christine White was a little surprised to hear the man’s answer, but it was followed by sadness and half-heartedness.

He sounds so reluctant.

Still, although he agreed with his mouth, his heart was resisting.

Thinking about this, Christine White looked up and forced down the feeling of wanting to cry, “I know, I’ll think about it …”

She took a breath and turned toward the door.

“Wait a minute.” Baird Lane called out to her.

Christine White paused.

Baird Lane got up and walked over, “Take that!”

“What are you giving me this for?” Christine White looked blankly at the bank card in his hand.

Baird Lane saw that she wouldn’t take it and just pulled her hand over and slapped the card on her palm, “Here’s my secondary card, you can buy whatever you want, and I’ll notify the finances so they can credit Aunt Lucy’s account with her living expenses every month from now on, so you don’t have to pay out of your pocket anymore.”

“Forget living expenses, I don’t want this, there’s nothing I need to buy.” Christine White gave the bank card back to Baird Lane again.

Baird Lane grimaced, “You don’t want it?”

Once again, she refused his money!

Christine White huffed, “I already owe you five million dollars, and I don’t even know when I’ll be able to pay it off, and if I take this, I’m afraid I won’t be able to pay it off even more.”

“You really know the difference!” Baird Lane grunted, his voice laced with a hint of sulkiness that he himself hadn’t detected.

It was clear that one moment he had offered to let him be a real couple with her, and now he was unwilling to accept his good intentions.

What the hell was she thinking?

Christine White picks at her nails, “I’m splitting hairs because I don’t want people to think that I married you for your money.”

“If it’s not about the money, what exactly are you after?” Baird Lane narrowed his narrow eyes, his complex gaze scrutinizing her small, palm-sized face.

Christine White’s small mouth opened halfway.

She was actually tempted to say that she was charting him as a person.

But will he believe it?

Christine White smiled to herself, and eventually suppressed the truest thoughts in her heart, and said instead, “It’s nothing, I haven’t figured out how to say it yet, I’ll tell you next time, I’m a little tired, I’d like to go back and rest.”

With that said, she hung her head and walked past him out of the room.

Baird Lane didn’t get an answer, and his eyes stared back at her with a deep, uncertain look of indescribable annoyance.