Seize His Little Wife

“Just call me by my first name.” Christine White said politely.

Molly Bort straightened her wig, “How’s that, I’ll call you Ms. White, I’m Molly Bort.”

“I know.”

“You know me?” Molly Bort was surprised.

Christine White’s eyes twinkled, “Well … I’ve heard online that you’re a very famous ballet dancer.”

“I see.” A flash of pride crossed Molly Bort’s eyes when she heard this appreciation, but on her lips she said humbly, “It’s all fan favorites, Miss White sit ah.”

“Good.” Christine White thanked her and walked over to the chair next to her hospital bed and sat down, “I heard Chill ….. … President Lane said Ms. Bort that you wanted to see me, may I ask what’s up?”

Luckily, I reacted in time or I almost shouted the wrong thing.

Molly Bort didn’t notice the strangeness in Christine White’s words and smiled gently, “It’s nothing really, just that I found out from Baird that you were the donor of my bone marrow, so I wanted to meet you and thank you personally.”

“Ms. Bort you don’t have to thank me, I got what I wanted even though I donated bone marrow.” Christine White subconsciously touched the small of her back.

Molly Bort came to attention, “Can I ask what it is?”

“This …” Christine White lowered her eyes and smiled apologetically, “I’m sorry Miss Bort, I couldn’t tell you.”

Molly Bort saw that she refused to answer, her heart was quite dissatisfied, but on her face was an expression of understanding, “It’s okay, everyone has their own secrets, Ms. White don’t need to care about the question I just asked, but I have another question, I hope Ms. White can answer me …”

Her sunken eyes narrowed.

“What’s the problem?” Christine White’s heart thumped and she suddenly felt something bad.

Molly Bort rubbed the spine of her book and spoke slowly, “I feel like Ms. White’s voice sounds so familiar, like I’ve heard it somewhere before, does Ms. White feel that way?”

Her voice was flat and light, no emotional ups and downs could be heard, yet her displeasure was clearly felt.

Christine White’s hand on her knee clenched violently, a hint of panic surfaced under her eyes, and the expression on her face became forced, “I didn’t, this is the first time I’ve met Ms. Bort yet.”

I didn’t realize Molly Bort remembered that call.

“It’s the first time we’ve met, yes, but I really think I’ve heard Ms. White’s voice before.” Molly Bort raised her index finger to her temple, “I remember, the phone call two days ago … you were the one who mouthed off about Baird’s wife!”

Christine White stood up immediately in shock, “I … I …”

“Sure enough, it’s you!” Molly Bort’s face turned slightly cold.

Christine White knew in her heart that she couldn’t stay much longer, if she stayed any longer, it might even come out that she was married to Baird Lane, and hurriedly slung her bag over her shoulder, “I’m sorry Ms. Bort, you’ve mistaken me for someone else, and also I’ve stayed long enough, so I’ll just say goodbye for now.”

When she finished speaking, her steps flew toward the door.

How could Molly Bort let Christine White leave so easily, she still had so many unanswered questions, vigorously slapping the hospital bed underneath her, “Who gave you permission to leave, stop right there!”

Christine White pretended she hadn’t heard and kept walking on her feet.

Molly Bort was furious when she didn’t listen to her, and no longer able to maintain her faux appearance of gentleness, she glared with one eye and growled lowly, “Christine White, I told you to stand still, ahem …..”

Maybe she was so emotional that she didn’t take a breath and suddenly coughed violently.

It was like coughing your lungs out.

Fearing that something had really happened to Molly Bort, Christine White stopped in her tracks with a softening of her heart and turned her head to look at her worriedly, “Are you okay?”

Molly Bort was already rolling her eyes, her fingers trembling as she pointed to the bed, “Spray, quick, give me the spray …”

Spray?

Christine White followed where she was pointing, and sure enough there was a bottle of spray there, which by the look of the bottle appeared to be a breathing calming drug.

“You wait.” Christine White didn’t dare delay and quickly walked over to hand her the spray.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Molly Bort yanked it over as soon as she could and sprayed it several times in quick succession right under her nose.

After two minutes, she gradually eased up as if she had survived the crisis, only her face was still pale.

“Ms. Bort, are you feeling better?” Christine White inquired as she stood by the hospital bed.

Molly Bort didn’t answer, looking up her eyes stared at her neck grimly, “Where did you get that necklace around your neck?”

“You mean this?” Christine White lifted the necklace from around her neck.

“Sure enough, it’s a swan necklace!” Molly Bort’s eyes went red in an instant, her chest heaving violently as she gritted her teeth and questioned, “How did you get the swan necklace?”

The necklace was clearly hers, a one-of-a-kind necklace that Baird had gotten a designer to create for her specifically, the only one in the world, saying that it was a gift intended for her future return to the stage.

But now this gift is worn around this woman’s neck.

“This … What’s wrong with this necklace?” Christine White was startled by the madness in Molly Bort’s eyes and subconsciously took a step back.

Molly Bort became even angrier, her face was vaguely distorted, “Answer me, where did you steal the necklace from?”

“I didn’t steal it!” Christine White’s grip on the necklace tightened, and her heart got a little fired up, “The necklace was given to me, not stolen!”

“Send?” Molly Bort’s eyebrows jumped hard. Bloodshot in her eyes, she growled shrilly, “Who would give you such a precious necklace, do you know that this necklace is unique in the world, and Baird had it specially designed for me!”

At these words, Christine White’s body shook violently, her small face grew pale, and her heart stung terribly.

It turns out in that this necklace turned out to be so significant, unique and specially designed! These two words alone are enough to impress all women’s hearts.

It is no wonder that the necklace will be styled as a swan so strange, Molly Bort is a ballet dancer, and the most classic role in ballet is not the swan.

But she doesn’t understand why Baird Lane gave her the necklace when it was made especially for Molly Bort.

Christine White bit her lower lip tightly, her hand holding the necklace pendant was trembling, only to feel that this necklace, which was her favorite and she couldn’t wait to wear it every day, had become very hot at the moment.

“Take off the necklace!” Molly Bort ordered without pause.

Christine White shook her head and refused to take it off.

Molly Bort sneered and, despite her weak body, lifted the covers off the bed and lunged straight towards Christine White, grabbing the chain of the necklace and ripping it off with one hand.

“Hiss …” Christine White sucked in a breath of cool air and covered her neck in shock, not expecting her to go straight for it.

Molly Bort got the necklace, spread it in her hand and looked at it carefully, and at the end of the day, with a stern light in her eyes, she slammed the necklace on the ground.

“So dirty!” She spat out two words with immense disgust.

“You’ve gone too far!” Christine White looked painfully at the necklace with the broken chain and bent down to pick it up.

Molly Bort, however, stomped on the necklace, “No picking it up, it’s mine, and even if I don’t want it, no one is allowed to touch it!”

Christine White ignored her words and knelt down ready to lift her feet, still trying to pick up the necklace.

But no sooner had her hand touched Molly Bort’s ankle than Molly Bort suddenly screamed in agony and her body fell backward, landing heavily on the ground.

Christine White was stunned, staring at Molly Bort in a daze forgetting to react.

“What’s going on?” Baird Lane, outside the door, heard the shouts and pushed his way in with a thud, his pupils plummeting as he got a good look at what was going on in the hospital room.

“Molly!” he came over in three strides and picked up Molly Bort and put her back on the hospital bed, not looking at Christine White the whole time, as if he hadn’t even seen her as a person.

“Molly, tell me if I fell anywhere?” Baird Lane asked, his face tight.