Seize His Little Wife

“It’s fine.” Baird Lane withdrew the eyes that had fallen on her.

Christine White continued to stare at him, “Is it really okay? I saw how mesmerized you were just looking at me, are you mesmerized by me?”

At that, Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, making no comment on her remark.

Christine White grunted in a rather bored manner and pulled out her chair and sat down.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Soup’s here.” Aunt Lucy’s cheerful voice came through.

The next moment, she appeared with a pot of soup, and after placing it on the table, she smiled at Christine White and inquired, “Ms. Camp, are you satisfied with today’s dish?”

“Satisfied, I love it, thanks Aunt Lucy,” Christine White said in a tone that didn’t hide her happiness.

Aunt Lucy smiled a toothy smile, “I’m glad you’re satisfied, eat more, I prepared this especially for you.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded heavily.

After six years and once again eating Aunt Lucy’s hand-cooked food, of course she’d eat more.

“I’ll get you a bowl of soup.” Aunt Lucy took Christine White’s bowl and ladled her a bowl of soup, then watched her drink it with a smile on her face and watched her eat her food with love spilling out of her eyes

And across the street, Baird Lane, as if neglected, goes unnoticed.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, a little uncomfortable inside.

Obviously the table, he had Aunt Lucy cook it.

But Aunt Lucy won’t talk about it and takes the credit by force.

It’s really unpleasant.

Baird Lane’s displeasure was so obvious that neither Christine White nor Aunt Lucy could have failed to notice it, but both pretended that they were tacitly unaware of it, much less bothered about him.

Christine White was not to be bothered, and why he was upset did not interest her.

And Aunt Lucy is not available to care.

It’s hard for the Mrs. to come back, it’s hard for her to eat the dishes she made with her own hands, she’s too busy to be rare, where does she have the time to pay attention to Mr.

So Baird Lane sulked through his lunch alone, neglected by the two women, one old and one young.

Once lunch was over, Christine White offered her farewells.

Baird Lane grabs the car keys, “I’ll drive you.”

“No, I drove here, you’re giving me a ride, what about my car? Have someone drive it back for me?” Christine White looked at him snidely.

Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched, and he really meant it.

Christine White saw it too and waved her hand, “How troublesome that would be, and unnecessary, so I’ll be off then ah.”

With that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the foyer.

Aunt Lucy chased her out of the kitchen with a bag, “Miss Camp wait, I’ll give you a ride.”

“Yeah.” Christine White nodded.

The two men opened the door and exited the villa, Baird Lane did not go out but stepped out onto the balcony where the view opened up and gave a clear view of the outside.

Outside, Christine White comes up to a red Marks and Spencer with Aunt Lucy.

Aunt Lucy handed over the bag in her hand and looked around to see that Baird Lane was on the balcony, a bit farther away from here before she spoke with confidence, “Ma’am, this is some snacks I prepared for little baby, very suitable for small children to eat, you take it back to little baby to eat.”

“Okay, thanks Aunt Lucy,” Christine White said without refusing and took the bag.

It was a token of Aunt Lucy’s affection and a gift for Bao, so of course she couldn’t refuse it.

Seeing Christine White accepting it so readily, Aunt Lucy was overjoyed, “When will you come over next time, I’ll make some other food for little baby, little baby’s picture is too skinny, he needs to eat more nutritious things.”

“Not for a while, and this time I’ve come over, too, on the pretext of delivering clothes to Baird Lane, and coming over to visit you exclusively Land, and to see how Molly Bort is, and to hear you say that she was frightened out of her wits last night by a courier was satisfactory to me.”

“So you sent that land, ma’am?” Aunt Lucy’s mouth opened wide in surprise.

Christine White hmms softly, “Yeah, send it over here exclusively Land to scare her and also tell her I’m going to start getting my revenge.”

“So it’s you ma’am, I thought it was someone else.” Aunt Lucy snapped back from her surprise, crying and laughing.

Christine White winked only at her, “Keep my secret for me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it a secret, I won’t tell Mr. anything about you ma’am.” Aunt Lucy responded.

Christine White said thank you, followed closely by a reminder, “Don’t ever call me Mrs. again, I’m long gone from being Mrs. The Lane Family.”

Six years ago, from the moment Baird Lane announced her death and canceled her account.

Her marriage to Baird Lane came to an end.

The present Mrs. Lane, is Molly Bort.

Aunt Lucy heartily patted the back of Christine White’s hand, “Ma’am, I know what you mean, but in my heart you’ll always be my ma’am, don’t worry, I’ll change my mind when someone does.”

She was so stubborn that Christine White was at her wits end and rubbed her brow in tears, “Alright, since you insist, that’s it then, Aunt Lucy, I’ll go back first, little baby is still waiting for me at home.”

“Well, go home early and I’ll come over and visit you when I can.” Aunt Lucy waved.

Christine White answered with a smile, pulled open the car door and got in, driving out of The Lane Family Villa.

After driving a few meters, she subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror to see if there were any other cars behind her or something, but instead of glancing at the car, she glimpsed Baird Lane’s silhouette.

He was still standing on the balcony and was looking in her direction, as if he was eyeing her.

She sneered, her eyes rather disdainful.

In the past, it had never been her who had watched him drive away.

I can’t imagine that today, it’s the other way around.

She had to admit, though, that he did, and it satisfied her vanity.

Christine White was humming along in a rather good mood as she drove all the way back to her apartment.

As soon as Putu opened the door, he saw the figure of Po standing in the doorway of his room.

She stomped off the high heels on her feet in two strokes, dashed to little baby in three steps, squatted down her body and hugged little baby tightly in her arms, and gave little baby a fierce kiss on her face, “Baby, coming to greet mommy again, are you?”

Bao’s body twisted and the tips of his ears flushed a little.

Christine White saw it and let out a low laugh, “Baby, how can you be so cute, mommy loves you!”

After saying this, she kissed Bao on the other side of his face before rubbing a handful of his soft hair and handing it over in her hand.

Po didn’t pick it up, just looked at her with two light brown eyes as if asking what it was.

Christine White opened the bag while saying, “This is a special snack that Grandma Song made for little baby. Mommy told Little Treasure about it.”

Bao blinked and nodded his head in a slightly inaccessible way.

Christine White hung the tip of his nose, “Little Treasure is really smart and really remembers, now Grandma Song also knows about Little Treasure, so she specially made these treats for Little Treasure, Grandma Song likes Little Treasure a lot.”

She pulled out the organizer from the bag and opened it, which held several layers of treats.

These treats are all in the shape of animals, each one different, with a silly look and different colors, which makes them look very nice.

Moreover, these treats emit a rich and creamy flavor, which makes you have an appetite and an urge to eat them at the first sniff.

Looking at these treats, Christine White’s heart was not afraid to move.

These treats are obviously made with a lot of effort by Aunt Lucy, it’s a lot of work for her.

Next time you see Aunt Lucy, get something for Aunt Lucy too.

Thinking so, Christine White picked up a piece of bunny treat and put it to Bo’s mouth, “Here, Bo taste it still?”

little baby obediently took a bite and slowly chewed, after a few chews, a little bright light appeared in his godless pupils.

Christine White saw it and hurriedly asked, “Bao, isn’t it delicious?”