Seize His Little Wife

“There’s nothing to be angry about.” Christine White pulled a chair over and sat down.

Ives Norton tickled the corners of his mouth with interest, “What does your sister-in-law mean by …”

“I just don’t think I can stop him at all if he really wants to see someone, and he won’t listen to me, so what’s the point of me getting angry, I might as well think for myself.”

“Then you haven’t been thinking a little too hard.” Ives Norton smirked.

Christine White spread her hands, “No way, what can I do if I don’t want to open it, I can’t fight and grab it like a whiny bitch, can I?”

“Why not, you’re Baird’s wife, and it’s all right for you to fight over it.”

Christine White shrugged it off, “I can’t do that, and I can’t do it, it would be too ugly.”

And the bottom line is that even if she fights and steals, Baird Lane won’t be on her side yet.

Baird Lane has promised to give her children anyway, and as long as he doesn’t ask for a divorce, she’ll always be Mrs. Lane.

“Sister-in-law is quite a sensible person.” Ives Norton’s glasses reflected back, “But do you know why Baird is so taken with Molly Bort?”

Christine White looked down at her fingers, “I know.”

“You know?” Ives Norton’s eyebrows tailed slightly, now genuinely surprised.

“Well, Aunt Lucy already told me that they used to be boyfriend and girlfriend.” Christine White smiled a far-fetched smile.

Ives Norton pushed up his glasses, suddenly a little puzzled by her, “Since you know they used to be boyfriend and girlfriend, you should also see that Baird hasn’t quite let go of Molly Bort, and for that you’re willing to donate bone marrow?”

“I’m not that great.” Christine White took a deep breath and said astringently, “It’s because I know Baird still has feelings for Molly Bort that I made up my mind, not to save Molly Bort, but for Baird, who must be so sad if Molly Bort is gone. ”

Ives Norton was baffled, “So you didn’t want to upset Baird, that’s why you …”

“Pretty much.” Christine White lifted her hair behind her ear.

Ives Norton’s heart shook, and the way he looked at her had quietly changed, no longer the petulant way he used to not take her seriously.

“That’s a statement Baird should really hear.” He murmured as he rubbed his pen.

“What?” Christine White didn’t hear.

Ives Norton smiled at her, a much more genuine smile this time, “It’s okay, it’s just that I suddenly realized that you’re nothing like I thought you were.”

He had always thought that she was of common birth, a woman of a small family, chosen by Lane senior to marry Baird only by good luck, and therefore he had always looked at her somewhat unfavorably, and called her sister-in-law only in fun.

But now it seems that maybe he was wrong from the start, it’s not that she doesn’t deserve Baird, quite the opposite, it’s that Baird doesn’t deserve her, and it’s not about family status, it’s about the genuineness aspect.

How rare a true heart is in the gentry world, and he could see that she really loved Baird!

“What’s different?” Christine White blinked, looking curiously at Ives Norton.

Ives Norton gathered his thoughts and wagged his long, slender index finger, “It’s not the same anywhere, well enough of that, I’ll take you to your hospital room while you get some rest.”

He stood up and headed for the door.

Christine White rushed up to follow him as well.

The ward Ives Norton takes Christine White to is a special room like Molly Bort’s, except it’s not on the same floor; Molly Bort is upstairs and she’s downstairs.

“Later on, a nurse will come over to talk to you about the surgery and tell you about the preparations before the surgery, so don’t have any nervous thoughts, just put on a normal mind.” Ives Norton was worried that Christine White would develop a bad state of mind before the surgery, and purposely urged.

Christine White listens intently and nods her head to take note, “Don’t worry, I know what to do.”

“That’s good, get some rest, I’m going to make a trip over there, she’s going to need me to account for a bit more there.” Ives Norton pointed upstairs.

Christine White immediately responded that by over there he meant Molly Bort.

“Go ahead.” She waved her hand, moving to the side in the process, making the doorway easier for him to get out.

Ives Norton arrived upstairs and, seeing that the door to Molly Bort’s hospital room was half-open, pushed straight in without knocking.

Going in, you see an image that makes you raise an eyebrow, only to see Molly Bort hugging Baird Lane, leaning into his arms and talking, while Baird Lane puts his hand on her back and pats it gently, in a coaxing childlike manner.

The scene was watched in its entirety by Ives Norton, who thought nothing of it before, but now he felt like he couldn’t look away from it anywhere.

“Ahem.” Ives Norton coughed loudly twice against his lips, purposely startling the two men.

Hearing the voice Molly Bort hurriedly let go of Baird Lane, straightened her hospital gown and smiled shyly at Ives Norton, “Ives there you are.”

With a faint nod to her, Ives Norton dropped his gaze to Baird Lane, “I’ve placed Christine White in a special room, is that okay with you?”

“No.” Baird Lane returned casually as he poured a glass of water for Molly Bort.

“Thanks.” Molly Bort took the glass of water and took a sip, then asked with interest, “Is the Christine White you’re talking about the one who donated my bone marrow?”

Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched slightly, and just as he was about to speak, Ives Norton had answered, “That’s right.”

“Can I meet her then?” Molly Bort looked at Baird Lane.

Baird Lane frowned, “See her for what?”

“Thank her of course, she saved my life and I wanted to say thank you to her in person.” Molly Bort said gratefully.

“I’ll see you when you’re healed.” Baird Lane didn’t think twice about it, and simply refused her request to see Christine White.

He didn’t want Molly to meet with Christine White.

Likewise, he doesn’t want Christine White to see Molly.

He couldn’t think about what would happen when the two of them met.

“Why after it’s healed, not now?” Molly Bort beamed, a little upset.

“OK, of course!” Ives Norton pushed up his glasses and stepped forward, “Baird, just let her meet Christine White, if we don’t see her now, we’ll still meet her later.”

“What do you mean?” Molly Bort looked at him in disbelief, always feeling as if there was something in his words.

“Meaning …”

“Ives Norton!” chortled Baird Lane in a black, cold voice, “You shut up!”

Ives Norton spread his hands, “Okay, I’ll shut up, I’ll stop.”

With that, he gave his mouth a zippering motion, and sure enough, he stopped talking.

The fact that the two men were so secretive instead made Molly Bort even more curious, always feeling like they were hiding something from her.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She had been just making a polite remark, not really wanting to meet the bone marrow donor.

But now she really wanted to see that Christine White.

“Baird, just let me see it.” Molly Bort hugged Baird Lane’s arm and kept shaking it, “OK?”

“Can’t I see you later?” Baird Lane purses his lips.

Molly Bort shook her head, “No, I want to see it now, she saved my life and I just want to say thank you to her in person, if you won’t let me see it, I won’t operate.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Baird Lane scowled.

Molly Bort grunted, “I’m not fooling around, I just want to see my savior and you won’t even let me, it’s not like there’s something going on between you and her that you don’t want me to know about, is it?”

She narrowed her eyes.

Baird Lane’s heart tightened, but nothing changed on his face, his expression was still as cold as ever, only his eyes were much thicker, “No.”

“Then why did you have to stop me from seeing her?”