Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane lowered his eyes to hide the look underneath them, “Said something about surgery.”

“Surgery?” Molly Bort’s eyes lit up with a look of undisguised excitement, “Has a date been set for the surgery? When can I have the surgery?”

“Soon, the first surgery is in the next few days.”

“Great.” Molly Bort clasped her hands together and cried tears of joy.

Baird Lane pulled a tissue and handed it to her, “Don’t cry, it’s not pretty.”

“You resent me?” Molly Bort beamed unhappily.

Baird Lane shook his head gently, “No.”

“I don’t believe it!” Molly Bort flexed her legs and hugged her knees, sadness written all over her face, “Actually, I know I’m ugly now, my hair is falling out, my skin is dark and yellow, and I don’t even have any meat on my body, so how can I possibly look good …”

“You’ll be back soon when you’re better, don’t think too much!” Baird Lane reached up and rubbed her hair, a little heartache in his eyes.

Molly Bort huffed, “Baird, do you think I’ll ever dance again?”

“Can.”

“Really?”

Baird Lane nods, “Uh-huh!”

He knew how much she loved ballet.

So this is a question he asked Ives Norton a long time ago.

Ives Norton’s answer was that she would still be able to get on stage as long as both surgeries were successful.

“I believe you!” Molly Bort let go of her knees and wrapped her arms around his waist, rubbing her face gently against his chest and stomach, “I know, you’d never lie to me.”

Baird Lane’s body tensed suddenly, whether because of her words or because her sudden proximity made him a little uncomfortable.

“Oh yah, am I interrupting?” Ives Norton’s flirtatious voice suddenly sounded from the doorway.

Molly Bort blushed and let go of Baird Lane, “No interruptions, Ives you come in, you’re back again all of a sudden is there something you haven’t finished?”

“Again?” Ives Norton raised an eyebrow.

Did he just come by?

Ives Norton subconsciously looked toward Baird Lane, just in time to meet his eyes, which were warning in their morose coldness.

Ives Norton was so scared that his heart and liver trembled, and then he understood what was going on, and straightened up his expression and smiled, “Yes, there are still some things I didn’t account for just now, and I came back specially to add them now… Baird, let’s come out and talk.”

Baird Lane lifts his foot out.

“It wasn’t me who came in earlier, it was Christine White, wasn’t it?” Ives Norton looked at him with a smirk as soon as the door to the hospital room closed.

Baird Lane acknowledged with a slight, noncommittal lift of his chin.

“Sure enough!” Ives Norton bristled, “Baird, I just don’t get it, why don’t you tell her the truth, how long do you think you’ll be able to do that to her about being married?”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“As long as it can be concealed.” Baird Lane dropped his eyes and trailed off.

“What’s the point?” Ives Norton frowned, “Molly Bort she doesn’t love you at all, all she loves is her ballet and the Lincoln stage, what’s the point of keeping this from her, don’t tell me you’re planning to rekindle an old flame with her?”

“Nothing of the sort!” Baird Lane pinched his brow impatiently, “Okay, enough of that, have the results of Christine White’s physical come back yet?”

“It’s out.” Ives Norton handed over the binder of medical records he’d brought with him, “It’s all in here, see for yourself.”

Baird Lane took it and casually flipped through it twice before closing it, not being able to read it at all, “Just tell me straight out if she’s going to have after effects or not.”

“As long as she takes good care of herself after the surgery, there’s a seventy percent chance that she won’t, but she won’t be in as healthy a shape as she was when she was intact, and she’ll be prone to getting sick whenever she gets a little bit of cold.”

“That’ll do it!” Baird Lane slapped the medical records folder on Ives Norton.

As long as Christine White doesn’t have after-effects, Molly is saved and he doesn’t have to dwell and feel powerless!

As for Christine White’s declining physical condition, he’ll take full responsibility!

Ives Norton’s hands were scrambling to catch the chart binder that was about to slide off his body and onto the floor, calling out to Baird Lane, who was about to head back to the hospital room, “Baird, there’s one thing, did you know that Christine White and Molly Bort, both of them … …”

“What happened to the two of them?” Baird Lane paused in his motion to open the door.

Ives Norton’s eyes flickered slightly and he smiled, “It’s nothing, it’s not particularly important, I’ll let you know when I’ve found out more, I’ll leave you to it.”

He clipped the chart to his armpit and dashed off with both hands in his pants pockets.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes and stared sullenly at his back for a moment, unscrewing the door, only to hear a snap as soon as he was inside, and a dark shadow slid along the floor, stopping just short of his feet.

Baird Lane looks down at a cell phone that has been broken, and the person who broke it is sitting in a hospital bed whimpering and crying, unable to catch his breath, the whites of his eyes rolling upwards.

“Molly!” said Baird Lane with a scowl, stepping quickly over to grab the bottle of spray at the end of his bed and spraying her face several times.

A few moments later, Molly Bort’s breathing was much steadier and her crying had subsided as she looked tearfully at Baird Lane, “Baird, they’re too much.”

“Them?”

“Those people from the dance troupe, they were invited to Lincoln Stage and deliberately called to mock me for not being able to go, it’s just so hateful!”

What she hated the most was still the man she loved so much that she was sick and dying thinking about him.

But he was good, not only broke up with her, but also pulled the plug on her, maybe he’s still fooling around with some vixen now.

Just wait, when she’s healed, she’ll skin those vixens!

Molly Bort’s eyelids drooped to hide the vicious aura in her eyes.

“It’s okay.” Baird Lane patted her back and softly soothed her, “You’ll get another chance when you’re better, don’t think too much about it, get some sleep.”

“So are you going to leave again when I fall asleep?” Molly Bort grabbed his hand, afraid he’d go away.

“I’m not going.” Baird Lane helped her lie down.

She had a sudden emotional breakdown, and he wasn’t comfortable just leaving.

“You said it yourself, Baird, don’t let me wake up and not see you.”

“No.” Baird Lane pulled a chair over and sat down beside her bed.

With his assurance, she was content to wrap her arms around him and close her eyes.

After Molly Bort falls asleep, Baird Lane gently pulls his hand out and takes his cell phone to the balcony to make a call.

Christine White was still in the car when she got the call, “Baird.”

“You’re not at the office yet?” Baird Lane frowned, vaguely hearing the sound of traffic coming her way.

Christine White looked out the car window at the company building close at hand, “Not yet, there’s been traffic on the road just now, but I’m almost there now.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “Go back tonight and stay up, I want to talk to you, I might be back a little late.”

“Good.” Christine White’s whispered in response, her mood a little low.

She probably guessed what he was going to talk about.

Nothing but talk about bone marrow donation.

The call hangs up and Christine White puts her cell phone away with a long sigh and pays to get out of the car.

Back at the office, as soon as she exited the elevator, she saw Debby York guarding her office door.

“You’re finally back, where have you been?” Debby York came toward her.

“I accompanied President Lane out.” Christine White took her office access card from her bag and opened the door.

Debby York followed her, “Talking business?”

“Sort of.” Christine White turned the air conditioner on to twenty-six degrees.

Debby York sat down on her butt, “No wonder, not even answering my calls.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Christine White apologized.

That call outside Molly Bort’s hospital room was from Debby York, and it was meant to be returned later.

I ended up forgetting about it as soon as I got out of the hospital.

“What did you want to see me about?” Christine White made a cup of tea for Debby York.