Seize His Little Wife

As soon as the old man heard her ask this, he immediately slammed his face, pretending to still be angry with her, and didn’t answer.

Christine White rubbed the back of her neck sardonically and didn’t dare ask any more questions.

“Alright, what are you doing standing there, don’t come and help my old man!” The old man looked at her with hatred.

“Okay, coming.” Christine White didn’t dare to hesitate and hurried over to assist the old man to the dining room.

They were there on the front foot, and Baird Lane was there on the back foot.

The old man knocked on the table, “Xiao Song ah, serve the food.”

“Yes, Master.” Aunt Lucy wiped her hands on her apron and went to the kitchen to serve the food.

Christine White thought about it and got up and went over to help as well.

But before she could take a step, the old man scolded her, “Stop, what are you doing?”

Christine White paused, “I’ll go help Aunt Lucy.”

“No going, you just sit here properly.” The old man tapped the foot of her chair with his cane.

Christine White dared not disobey and obediently came back and sat down.

The old man’s face improved, “That’s right, as the young lady of The Lane Family, your duty is not to do this, but you should learn how to socialize, how to integrate into the circle of those upper class ladies, learning this, you can even bring unexpected help to Baird to The Lane Family. ”

Christine White knew that the old man was advising her on how to be Baird Lane’s wife, and was very grateful, and listened extraordinarily attentively.

“I know grandpa, thank you.” She stood up and bowed to the old man.

The old man raised his hand in vain, “Sit down sit down.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White obeyed and sat down.

Baird Lane, who hadn’t spoken a word, put down the coffee in his hand and suddenly snorted, “Grandpa, what’s the point of teaching her this? She’s been married into The Lane Family for three years now, and she hasn’t made the slightest bit of progress, she still looks like a small child.”

And because of that, he’s never been able to look at her.

He grew up with an elite education, and the people he met in his environment were all refined and elegant.

His ideal wife should be the same, so he never thought he’d marry an ordinary woman with no merit, and this huge discrepancy was one of the reasons why he couldn’t stand her in the first place.

Christine White had been pleasantly surprised by the old man’s mention, but now that she had heard Baird Lane’s mocking words, she was badly hit, and only felt an astringent feeling in her heart, and a sense of inferiority rose up.

“It’s not that I don’t want to grow up, it’s that I don’t have anyone to teach me this.” Christine White clenched the chopsticks in her hands.

“No one taught you?” The old master narrowed his eyes, somewhat disbelieving her words, “I remember back then, didn’t I hire an etiquette teacher for you, specializing in teaching you all sorts of manners and bringing you to meet those thousand-dollar ladies in the circle?”

Christine White peeked toward Baird Lane, “There was an etiquette teacher, but only taught me for a few days and then left.”

She remembered that the etiquette teacher had taken a phone call and left.

She was there at the time, and although she didn’t hear the content of the call, she heard the voice of the person who called, and it was Gates!

So it’s self-evident who really let the liturgy teacher go.

Christine White’s glance toward Baird Lane landed in the eyes of the old man.

The old man’s face sank, “Baird, did you do this?”

Baird Lane’s eyes moved slightly, and a memory long forgotten by him suddenly surfaced.

It was three years ago, when he’d first married Christine White, and the old man had arranged for Christine White to have an etiquette teacher to try to make her into a certified Young Lady of The Lane Family.

He was so dissatisfied with the marriage at the time that he thought he would surely not be able to resist divorcing her, so he felt there was no need to cultivate her, and let Gatesmu send that etiquette teacher away, and then he stopped paying attention to her, and slowly forgot about her.

It’s been three years since that forgetfulness, and he probably wouldn’t have remembered the wife he’d forgotten if Molly hadn’t come back so suddenly and needed the right kind of bone marrow.

Recalling this, Baird Lane narrowed his eyelids to hide the complexity in his eyes and admitted, “It was me.”

“Good ah you!” The old man was exasperated by him, stretching out his hand and pointing at him with a trembling hand, “How could I have never imagined that you would actually be so masculine ah, I never asked about your couple’s lives, and only now do I realize that you’ve actually done this kind of thing!”

Baird Lane knew he was in the wrong and pursed his thin lips without saying anything.

It was rare for Christine White to see him like this, and for a moment it was a little refreshing.

“Baird Lane tell me honestly, did you do anything else to Christine in those three years?” The old man stared intently into Baird Lane’s eyes.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Baird Lane averted his face, “No!”

He had done nothing but not touch her, not see her.

“Yes?” The old man was still a little skeptical.

Christine White didn’t want this topic to continue any further and hurriedly pulled the old man’s hand, “Grandpa, Baird really didn’t do anything to me, don’t worry, come on, let’s eat.”

After saying that, she caught a piece of braised pork and put it on the old man’s plate.

The old master smiled cheerfully, “Okay, since the girl is helping you speak, then I won’t ask questions.”

He plucked out Baird Lane.

Baird Lane just pretends not to see it, slowly and methodically sipping his bowl of soup with a spoon.

That was the end of the meal.

The old man didn’t stay and went back to the old mansion with Uncle Fu after dinner.

Aunt Lucy washed the dishes and came out, “Mr. and Mrs., you guys hurry back to your room and rest.”

If we don’t go back, the medicine will kick in soon.

However Baird Lane fished out his jacket on the back of the couch and prepared to go out, “I’m going to the hospital tonight, I’m not coming back.”

Christine White was watching TV and her eyes instantly dimmed when she heard this, “Is it to keep Miss Molly Bort company?”

She forced a smile at him.

“It’s the day their dance troupe performs on the Lincoln stage, and I was worried that Molly would be upset and go over to keep her company.” Baird Lane returned faintly.

Aunt Lucy grabbed her apron in a panic, “No, sir can’t go!”

Christine White and Baird Lane looked at her together.

“Aunt Lucy, what’s wrong with you?” Christine White asked, mildly surprised.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Why can’t we go!”

Aunt Lucy knew in her heart that she mustn’t say anything about the medicine or else it would be all over.

So her eyes rolled and she hurriedly found an excuse, “Because it’s already very late and the master just left, what’s the matter with you, sir, leaving your wife to go with another woman.”

In case Mr. Drugs kick in at the hospital and something happens with Molly Bort, it’s over!

So she must stop Mr. Going out.

“My going to the hospital to be with Molly was just one of the purposes, plus I had some things to tell her.” Baird Lane said as he put on his jacket.

Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth, “Can I ask what it’s about?”

Baird Lane pursed his lips and didn’t answer.

Christine White understood, and he didn’t want to tell her.

“In that case, go ahead.” Christine White gave a far-fetched smile.

“Ma’am?” Aunt Lucy looked at her in shock.

Christine White ignored Aunt Lucy and simply said to Baird Lane, “Go on, don’t keep Miss Molly Bort waiting.”

“You won’t retain me?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

“Retain?” Christine White flinched, then shook her head bitterly, “Would you stay if I retained?”

She answered the latter without waiting for Baird Lane to speak, “You won’t, so I might as well let you go.”

“Heh, that’s pretty generous of you!” Baird Lane snorted coldly, some huffiness hidden in his eyes.

What do you mean he won’t stay even if you retain him, what if he does stay?

To veto something that was not even done, this woman, indeed, did not care about him at all!

Thinking about this, Baird Lane swept Christine White a cold, stern look and turned to leave.

“Wait!” Aunt Lucy called out to him!