Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane stopped, “Aunt Lucy, what else do you want?”

“Sir, you really can’t go tonight!” Aunt Lucy looked at him with a very serious expression.

Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “Give me a reason, I don’t believe the one I just gave!”

Aunt Lucy was ruthless, “The reason is, you are Mistress’s husband and I will never allow you to go to another woman, if you really want to, I will have to call His Lordship.”

With that, she took out her cell phone.

Anyway, she was sent by the old man, and Mr. would never dismiss her.

Aunt Lucy’s warning made Baird Lane angry and his face darkened, “Aunt Lucy, are you threatening me?”

“Sir, I’m not threatening, it’s just that you really can’t go!” Aunt Lucy sighs.

Christine White looked at Baird Lane’s increasingly gloomy face, fearing that he would lose his temper if this went on, and hurriedly pulled Aunt Lucy in with a smile, “Alright Aunt Lucy, it’s alright with me, just let him go.”

“No, sir really can’t go tonight!” Aunt Lucy insisted, then persuaded bitterly, “Ma’am, I’m doing this for your own good, if you walk out of this door tonight now, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

She said it in such a serious way that Christine White’s whole body tensed up as she listened, “Aunt Lucy, did something happen?”

Baird Lane is also keeping a close eye on Aunt Lucy.

Facing the gazes of the two, Aunt Lucy only felt the pressure multiply, “It’s not really a big deal, it’s just …”

“Speak!” Baird Lane ordered impatiently.

Aunt Lucy scratched her head, “Well I’ll say, it’s actually Master’s orders, Master told me to keep an eye on you sir and not allow you to go out sir.”

“Grandpa?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.

Aunt Lucy’s eyes flickered, “Yes, if you don’t believe me sir, just call His Lordship and ask.”

“No need.” Baird Lane tugged at his tie.

Aunt Lucy smiled, “Are you still going out then sir?”

Baird Lane swept her a cold glance and lifted his foot up the stairs.

“Aunt Lucy, what does he mean by that?” Christine White froze and pointed upstairs.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Aunt Lucy knocked her on the head, “Madam you are silly, of course mister is not leaving, it’s true that it’s better to move out the master!”

Speaking of which, Aunt Lucy hurriedly pushed Christine White towards the stairs, “Quickly, quickly, ma’am, you go back to your room to wash up first.”

“Why?” Christine White said with a puzzled head, “But it’s early, and I still have TV to watch.”

Baird Lane isn’t going out anymore, so of course she’s in the mood to watch TV again ah.

How could she not watch all the episodes when they were only updated twice a week.

“Gee ma’am, the TV isn’t important, it’s you and Mr. … that’s important.” Aunt Lucy said and suddenly her words came to a screeching halt.

Christine White furrowed her pretty brow, “Aunt Lucy, what is it with me and Baird, I always thought you were so weird tonight.”

“Where’s the weirdness, well ma’am, get in there.” Aunt Lucy unlocked the door to the room and pushed her inside before shutting it again in one swift motion.

Christine White looked dumbfounded for a long time.

Baird Lane came out of the bathroom and saw her standing in the doorway gawking stupidly and couldn’t help but speak, “Christine White, what are you standing there for?”

Christine White sobered up, “It’s Aunt Lucy, I’ve always felt that Aunt Lucy is being secretive tonight, as if she’s hiding something from us, not letting us know.”

“You didn’t ask?” Baird Lane unbuttons his cuffs.

Christine White shook her head, “No, but I don’t think she’d say anything if asked.”

“Okay, never mind all that, let me ask you, did you spray perfume in your room?” Baird Lane walked over to the couch and sat down, pouring himself a glass of red wine.

“Perfume?” Christine White sniffed, “It’s really there.”

Baird Lane shook his glass with a lurch, “You didn’t spray it?”

“No, I never use those.” Christine White returned, “I think it was Aunt Lucy, she came up and helped us organize the room just now during dinner, that’s probably when she sprayed it, it smells pretty good.”

She couldn’t help but take a few more sniffs.

Baird Lane looked at her in this action as if she were a fool and said in disgust, “Why are you still so stupid?”

“Huh?” Christine White blinked, a little upset, “Where am I stupid!”

“Everywhere stupid.” Baird Lane set his glass down, “In a few days, I’ll have Jomu hire another etiquette teacher.”

Christine White’s eyes lit up, “Really?”

God knew how much she wanted to be like Molly Bort, a woman who was elegant and sensual and fit his image of a wife.

Nah, there had been no one to teach her, and she couldn’t afford to hire her own teacher, so it had dragged on for three years.

I didn’t think he’d take the initiative to bring up Ms. Jo to her now.

Christine White clenched her fist in surprise and swung it.

Her actions still seemed stupid to Baird Lane, but seeing her so happy suddenly didn’t seem unacceptable to him.

“Well, why don’t you go to bed, and I’ll go and work in the study for a while.” Baird Lane got up.

Christine White nodded repeatedly, “Good.”

Baird Lane went to the study to approve the documents, and after working for a while, he suddenly felt a little hot.

Thinking the air conditioner was turned up, he put down the pen in his hand and grabbed the remote control, turning it down a few degrees.

The cold air scurried up and the dryness in his body got a little better as he exhaled softly and went back to his work.

But as time passed by, his body was also getting hotter and hotter, even if the air conditioning was at its lowest, it still couldn’t be relieved, especially that part of his lower abdomen was still starting to react.

“Hiss …” Baird Lane sucked in a stoically hard breath.

He was already an extremely intelligent person, so naturally he knew at once that his current situation was not due to the air conditioner, but to his body itself!

He’s herbalized!

No wonder Aunt Lucy won’t let him go out, so it’s actually like this!

Baird Lane’s heart raged with anger, the veins bulging at the corners of his forehead, sweat pouring down in big drops, his breathing ragged.

He hurriedly dropped the pen and went to the study’s bathroom to wash his face in cold water, but it didn’t help; his body was getting hotter and his mind was starting to drift, and his vision was getting a little blurry.

Baird Lane knew this was not going to work, so he simply stripped off his clothes and took a cold shower, which he thought would at least dampen the heat, but the result was that the cold shower not only did not help, but fueled the heat in his body.

“Damn it, what the hell kind of medicine is this?” Baird Lane growled in a hoarse whisper with scarlet eyes.

But he also knew very well that he wouldn’t get an answer now, so he swore in his mind that he’d get Aunt Lucy when the drugs wore off!

Thinking about this, Baird Lane pulled a bath towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom, picked up the cell phone on his desk and dialed Christine White over, “Christine White!

“How … what happened?” On the other end of the line, Christine White stammered in response as if she’d been startled.

“You come here.” Baird Lane commanded in a suppressed voice.

“Yes … I’m sorry ah Baird, I may not be able to come over, I … I … ” she stammered unable to speak, giving the impression that it was difficult to say anything.

Baird Lane’s brows furrowed together, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I … I’m fine …”

“You herbalized too?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Christine White’s voice was much louder, “Baird you too …”

“Well, that’s why I asked you to come over, quickly!” He said, and hung up the phone.

Christine White was lying in the bathtub, a little face so red and call that it looked like it was dripping blood.

How could she not have expected something so embarrassing to happen to her?

“Phew…” Christine White slapped her cheeks, got up, grabbed a robe off to the side and put it on, and headed toward the Baird Lane study.