Seize His Little Wife

She suddenly remembered that today was the fifteenth, her payday.

In the past, this time of year, her mom called early to ask for money.

“No.” Aunt Lucy thought about it and shook her head.

Christine White was a little less than convinced that the kind of person her mom was, who was profit-oriented, couldn’t possibly not come asking for money.

“Where’s my cell phone?” She turned her head from side to side, looking for her phone.

“Here it is.” Aunt Lucy pulled her cell phone out of the nightstand.

Christine White couldn’t get up and had to lie down, luckily her left hand was fine and didn’t prevent her from checking her cell phone, it was just a little sore from holding it up all the time.

Christine White flipped her cell phone over and over, and eventually froze after she did see no call from her mom.

“I’m surprised she didn’t ask me for money!” Christine White’s hand holding the cell phone was vaguely trembling.

Aunt Lucy had been with her for three years and knew all about that business in her mother’s house, and smiled when she heard her exclamation, “That’s good, and you’re clean.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

“It’s a good thing, but I’m getting a little uncomfortable instead, and I always feel like if she doesn’t come this time, the next time the opening will be even bigger.” Christine White put down her cell phone and said worriedly.

Aunt Lucy sat on the edge of the bed, took an apple and peeled it, “It’s not impossible, according to me, your parents, they ask you for money every month, and they ask for more and more, it’s all because of you, Mrs., you’re spoiled.”

Christine White raised her arm to cover her eyes, “I can’t not give it, they are my parents, I know them, if I don’t give them the money, they will do anything, I am afraid that one day I will hear them running downstairs of The Lane Family Group and making a fuss, at that time, they will even bring The Lane Family into disgrace. ”

It’s sad for her to have parents like that.

Yet she couldn’t leave them alone.

To do otherwise would be socially irresponsible because she doesn’t know what they will do for money.

“Actually, I think you’re just overthinking it ma’am, you just tell Mr. I’m sure Mr. won’t leave it alone, you can’t do anything about them, but Mr. can.” Aunt Lucy cut the peeled apple into small pieces, skewered it with a toothpick and handed Christine White a piece.

Christine White took the bite, “I just didn’t want to bother him, that’s why I never told him the specifics of my mother’s family.”

“But Mr. But is your husband, what trouble can there be.” Aunt Lucy was not impressed.

Christine White took the last bite of the apple on her toothpick into her mouth and casually chewed and swallowed, “It’s not the same, I do think of him as a husband, but Aunt Lucy do you think he ever thought of me as a wife?”

“This …” Aunt Lucy muted.

Christine White rubbed her eyes, feeling them astigmatize even more, “That’s why ah, I don’t want to trouble him, in fact, to say the least, it’s not that I don’t want to trouble him, but I just don’t want to hear him reject it, but last time, he had already given my mom five million dollars.”

“Hey? Mister gave money?” Aunt Lucy was surprised.

Christine White hmmmed, “Last time my mom asked me for money, it just happened to be for him to bump into, so he gave five million dollars, I think it should be this time should be five million dollars is not used up yet, that’s why it didn’t come to me.”

When the five million dollars runs out, it’s sure to come back to her.

“Let’s wait until next time then, if the amount you want is too large, you might want to talk to Mr., ma’am.” Aunt Lucy suggested.

“I’ll think about it.” Christine White yawned and went back to sleep.

This sleep was for hours.

When I woke up again, it was dark.

Christine White moved slightly, feeling something around her, right in the way, keeping her from moving much of an arc.

“What is it?” Confused, Christine White reached out to touch it, only to feel a hot piece of chest.

She was confused!

Chest?

Or is it a man’s?

Christine White swallowed hard against the pain and turned on her side to look, only to see Baird Lane lying beside her in deep sleep.

When did he get here?

How come she didn’t know anything about it?

Just as Christine White was staring at Baird Lane, mesmerized, Baird Lane’s eyes suddenly opened.

Christine White was startled and her body jerked back.

Seeing her move, Baird Lane’s pupils constricted and he immediately reached out to hold her, “Christine White you’re crazy!”

Does this woman know she just had surgery?

How dare she just roll over!

Christine White lay stunned in Baird Lane’s arms, gasping for breath, and when the shock subsided, she beamed accusingly, “I’m not crazy, you scared me.”

“You’re the one who stayed up and stared at me.” Baird Lane demolished her without mercy.

He had always been a light sleeper, and he would wake up at the slightest breeze.

She was a big living person, staring at him with her eyes wide open, it would be strange if he didn’t react.

What I just didn’t realize was that she was so easily frightened, but thankfully …

“So you knew.” Christine White rubbed her nose in embarrassment.

She thought he was asleep and didn’t know she was watching him.

“It takes a man to know a man.” Baird Lane pursed his lips back.

Christine White sputtered sheepishly, “I didn’t mean to, I’m just a little surprised that you’re sleeping here all of a sudden, when did you come over?”

“It’s been a couple hours.” Baird Lane released her and lay flat beside her, blandly returning.

The bed in the special ward is still quite large, it is the kind of regular double bed, two people lying on it, with lying at home is actually not much difference.

But Christine White felt aggrieved and gently touched him with her arm, “Then why don’t you go back to bed? Hospitals aren’t good for rest.”

“All right.” Baird Lane took his arm a little farther away, “I know what’s appropriate, if you’re not awake, go back to sleep, and if you are awake, be quiet, I have a headache!”

“Headache?” Christine White was in a hurry, ignoring the words directly in front of him and looking at him nervously, “Does it hurt? Shall I call a doctor?”

“No!” Baird Lane wrinkled his brow, “If you’d be quieter, I wouldn’t have a headache, and I’m hurting from all the noise you’re making.”

Christine White choked.

She’s a pain in the ass?

So he’s getting tired of her talking too much and being too loud?

Christine White realized this and was a little upset, but dutifully kept her mouth shut and didn’t say anything.

The ward was quiet once more.

Baird Lane closed his eyes again as peace returned to his mind, and soon his steady breathing was heard, and it was clear that he was asleep again.

Christine White realized that he had a sprinkling of darkness under his eyelids, and even under his nose there was this faint layer of hoarfrost.

Did he get no rest last night?

Why else would you look so tired?

Christine White had a lot of questions in her mind that she wanted to ask Baird Lane, but now that he was asleep, she didn’t dare to disturb him, so she could only silently suppress those questions and stare tenderly at his sleeping face.

It seemed like this was the first time she’d ever seen him this close when he was asleep.

The few times she’d shared a bed before, either he’d come back after she’d fallen asleep, or he’d been in the middle of that, and she’d never gotten a chance to look at his sleeping face.

Now that she saw it, she realized that he looked so cute when he was asleep, completely lacking his usual coldness, looking calm and peaceful.

Such a Baird Lane made Christine White more and more lustful, and I do not know how long she had been looking at it, when there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterward, there was a knock on the door, unusually loud in the stillness of the night, “Is President Lane in?”

Christine White subconsciously looked at the man beside her to see if he had been awakened.

After seeing that he just furrowed his brow and didn’t wake up, she breathed a small sigh of relief before lowering her voice and asking, “Who is it?”