Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane rubbed his temples tiredly, “Grandpa, what are you talking about, when have I ever not taken you seriously enough to listen to you?”

The old man grunted coldly, “If you really listened to me, you shouldn’t have gone to see The Bort Family That girl, tell me, are you not dead to her?”

“Nothing of the sort!” Baird Lane took a sip of the already cold coffee on the table.

In his heart he is not quite letting go of Molly yet.

But it’s clear to him that he and Molly can’t go back in time.

Now he’s just being nice to her because he can’t stand by and watch her die.

“If you didn’t, then why are you still meeting with The Bort Family girl? I’ve heard that The Bort Family girl is sick, and you took care of her in the hospital for several nights without going home to stay, is that true?” The old man pestled his walking stick.

Baird Lane drops his eyes, “Yes!”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Good gracious you!” The old man stood up trembling and full of rage, “Baird Lane, do you remember that you are a married man?”

“I remember.” Baird Lane purses his lips.

“Remember when you got involved with another woman?”

“Grandpa, Molly’s sick and I’m just there to take care of her, what do you mean stirring things up?” Baird Lane held his forehead.

Both past and present.

Nothing happened between him and Molly.

“It’s not even called stirring.” The old man slapped the desk in front of Baird Lane, “Baird Lane, I’m not even confused when I’m old, you’re not even old yet how come you’re confused, The Bort Family isn’t short of money, are they, and can’t afford a caretaker? When did it become your turn as a married man to look after her?”

“It’s different, Molly she needs me.” Baird Lane murmured.

“Bullshit! She needs you? You’re not a doctor, can you still cure her?” The old man’s face was dark, and his eyes did not hide his contempt, “I think she’s clearly not on the right track!”

“Grandpa!” Baird Lane looked at his old man in displeasure, “Would you stop thinking so badly of Molly?”

“Is it because I think badly of her?” The old man glared in exasperation, “That’s because her heart was originally black, what she did back then you shouldn’t have forgotten, right?”

Baird Lane thin lips moved, a complexity swept under his eyes, “I didn t blame her for … what happened back then.”

“You’re not even to blame for this, you Baird Lane really have a big heart.” The old man almost turned his back at his words, “Do you realize that it’s because of her that you almost didn’t even get killed!”

“It was an accident.” Baird Lane got up and walked around the desk to get behind the old man, gently patting his back and helping him to soothe his breath.

“What an accident.” The old man laughed back in anger and shook off his hand, “We, The Lane Family, how did we come up with such an infatuated seed as you, okay, okay, I don’t want to mention your shit, I’ll just ask you, are you preparing to rekindle your old feelings with The Bort Family girl?”

“No.” Baird Lane poured the old man a cup of tea himself.

“Really?” The old man narrowed his old eyes skeptically.

Baird Lane placed the water in front of the older man, “It’s true, I didn’t think about continuing anything with Molly.”

The old man was still a little disbelieving, staring at him fixedly.

After looking at it for a while, the old man withdrew his gaze, and his face was much more conciliatory, “Alright, I’ll trust you for the time being, you have to remember at all times that you’re a married man, and we at The Lane Family don’t thrive on flirtatiousness that way, and as for the The Bort Family girl, you’ll just go to see her less often, and don’t make it difficult for Christine. ”

“I know, and I’ll stay away from Molly when she’s better.” Baird Lane responded faintly.

The old man nodded his head with satisfaction, “It’s right if you think so, in the future, ah, you’ll live a good life with Christine, I know you don’t like Christine, but she’s the most suitable person for you because she can tolerate everything about you, it’s best for you two to have a child early.”

“Christine and I have plans for the baby.”

The old man’s tea-drinking movement gave a start, his old eyes brightened, “There really is a plan?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Great, then grandpa will wait for your good news.” The old man was in a good mood and laughed joyfully.

Baird Lane lifted his wrist and looked at his watch, “It’s almost noon, you can go home first, Grandpa.”

“Alright, I won’t bother you anymore, Old Fu, let’s go.” The old master extended his hand to the old butler at the side.

The old butler rushed forward to support him, “Master slow down.”

Baird Lane breathed out softly as the old man left, but his face soon changed, morose and cold.

“Christine White!” he picked up the cell phone on his desk and dialed Christine White’s number.

Christine White had only just gotten out of the cab and was still surprised to see him call.

“Is something wrong with President Lane?”

“Did you tell Grandpa about Molly?” Baird Lane questioned sternly.

“I didn’t.” Christine White replied.

Baird Lane sneered, “How do you know that without your grandfather?”

“It was Aunt Lucy who told Grandpa.” Christine White walked to a less crowded area and explained to him, “Last night Aunt Lucy asked about you and I said you were at the hospital with Miss Molly Bort and then Aunt Lucy told Grandpa.”

“Who told you to talk more?” Baird Lane’s temples jutted out and his eyes were very sharp, “What’s the difference between that and you telling Grandpa?”

Christine White choked, speechless up.

After a long moment, she bit her lip and apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think Aunt Lucy would tell Grandpa …”

“All right.” Baird Lane suppressed the huff in his mind and took an annoyed breath, “I asked you what else you told Aunt Lucy. Did you say anything about the bone marrow?”

“No, I didn’t say that one.” Christine White hurriedly shook her head.

She’s not stupid, she knows what to say and what not to say.

Hearing Christine White’s answer, Baird Lane’s face looked much better, and his attitude softened a few points, no longer so cold.

“No is good, where are you now?”

Christine White looked up at the skyscrapers across the street, “I’m already downstairs at Don’s.”

“Okay, come back early.” Baird Lane hung up the phone.

“That was a quick hang up, couldn’t you have said more?” Christine White muttered lowly, putting away her cell phone and walking across the room.

“Hello, I’m the secretary of the president of The Lane Family Group, and I’ve come here specially to deliver the information, may I ask if your president has time now?” Christine White knocked on the desktop of the receptionist and softly inquired.

The receptionist looked up from behind her computer, “Does the lady have an appointment?”

“Yes.”

“Then wait a moment while I verify.” The receptionist put her head back down.

Two minutes later, the receptionist stood up and smiled extraordinarily politely at Christine White, “Hello Miss, our president is in a meeting right now, I’ll take you to the parlor to rest for a while, our president will be over soon.”

“Good.” Christine White nodded and followed the receptionist to the parlor.

“Miss, please have a seat.” The receptionist pointed to the row of couches in front of her.

Christine White said thank you and smoothed her skirt and sat down.

The receptionist poured her another glass of water and brought her some small snacks to entertain her, instructing her to take her time before leaving, leaving her alone inside.

Christine White came to such a big company for the first time, or as a secretary, thinking that in a while she would meet with the group president who had the same status as Baird Lane, she was a little bit nervous and rushed in her heart.

“Let’s hope President Tang isn’t a strict person.” Christine White muttered to herself and took out her cell phone to play the game while waiting a little for President Tang to finish his meeting.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but she had just finished a handful of games when she heard footsteps faintly coming from the door.

Christine White quickly put her cell phone away and stood up to look at the door to the parlor.

The door opened and a tall, upright figure walked in with familiar peach eyes and tear moles, causing Christine White to look stunned and point at the man and exclaim, “It’s you?”