Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane’s thin lips moved without speaking.

He didn’t know why he was here.

He had come here after just looking back.

“I just came back from shopping and saw that your car looked a bit familiar, I didn’t realize it was really you.” Christine White lifted the bag in her hand and said with a smile.

Baird Lane was slightly surprised to see that she was buying vegetables, “You can cook?”

“A little bit.” Christine White returned modestly.

Baird Lane lifted his chin, “Really.”

“Come as you are, want to sit in my apartment for a while?” Christine White invited.

Baird Lane hmmmed, “Yes, please.”

“No trouble.” Christine White smiled.

Baird Lane opened the car door and got out, offering his hand to lift the bag from her hand, “Let me help you.”

“Then I’m counting on you.” Christine White didn’t say no.

“I should do it.” Baird Lane followed her into the apartment complex.

Christine White’s smile faded, “Baird is quite the gentleman, are you like that with all women?”

“No.” Baird Lane immediately vetoed, “I don’t even touch other women.”

Except for you.

“In that case, then I’m truly honored.” Christine White pressed the elevator.

The elevator doors opened quickly and the two stepped inside.

Christine White pressed the floor, and Baird Lane silently memorized the number of floors.

“Baird, are you in a bad mood?” Christine White asked suddenly.

Baird Lane pinched the bridge of his nose, “A little.”

“More than a little, I can see you’re frowning like you’re about to catch a mosquito, is something wrong?” Christine White craned her head to look at him.

Baird Lane drops his eyelids, “It’s fine.”

Christine White shrugged her shoulders, “Well, since you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask, but I remember you’re supposed to be in the hospital right now, so why are you out all of a sudden, is your head okay?”

“It’s okay for now.” Looking at the concern in her eyes, Baird Lane’s heart warmed and his tight frown eased a little.

Christine White nodded, “It’s good to be okay.”

Ding!

The elevator is here.

Christine White lifts her foot and walks out of the elevator with Baird Lane close behind.

Christine White walked up to a door and entered her fingerprints to open it and enter.

She now changed her shoes in the foyer before pulling a pair of unopened men’s slippers from the shoe cabinet and placing them on Baird Lane’s heel.

Baird Lane looked down at the pair of black men’s slippers, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, unhappiness clearly written in his eyes, “These slippers, they have an owner, don’t they?”

“Yeah.” The corners of Christine White’s mouth ticked in an inaccessible manner, a gracious admission.

Baird Lane had cold air around him, “Whose is it?”

“The man you know is Ives,” Christine White returned as she placed her bag on the shoebox.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Baird Lane’s hand wringing the dish clasped, “Ives Norton!”

“It’s him, I’m very good friends with him, and he sometimes comes to my place to dabble, so I keep a pair of his slippers here from time to time.” Christine White said.

When she finished speaking, she looked at his increasingly cold eyes and felt a rush of pleasure in her heart.

She knew that he had fallen in love with her all over again.

That’s why she’s now deliberately bringing up Ives Norton to irritate him, and sure enough, he’s not happy about it.

She’d also finally given him a taste of what her heartache had been like back when he still had feelings for Molly Bort.

“You and Ives Norton, when did you meet?” Baird Lane asked, changing into his slippers, as if offhandedly.

Christine White took the dish he was holding and headed for the kitchen.

Baird Lane followed her to the kitchen door.

Christine White took the dishes out and sorted them while answering him, “We’ve known each other for a long time, years, I guess, we met abroad, he was just like you guys, he mistook me for the wrong person in the beginning, then the misunderstanding was cleared up and the two of us became good friends.”

Recognized from abroad and misidentified …

That would be the last six years.

At the thought, Baird Lane’s eyes flashed, “And do you know, what he’s doing abroad?”

“I know, didn’t he go abroad with his mentor to participate in an academic exchange.” Christine White replied casually.

Baird Lane lowered his eyes, “So other than academic exchanges, nothing else? Like, other than you, did he have any other women around, especially with children?”

Upon hearing this, Christine White’s movement to organize her bag jerked in understanding.

He’s taking the opportunity to pry into the identity of her vest.

Her vest is Bao’s mom, and he’s trying to figure out who Bao’s mom is, from her.

Too bad, he asked the wrong person.

With her back to Baird Lane, Christine White was not afraid of Baird Lane seeing her, and directly rolled her eyes, but on her mouth, she pretended to be confused and replied, “A woman with a child? No, I’ve never seen a woman with a child by his side, but sometimes I’ve picked up a child by his side.”

“Bo!” Baird Lane immediately identified the child.

Christine White nodded her head after a flash of essence in her eyes, “Yes, it’s called little baby, I heard Ives say that little baby that child is very pitiful, congenital insufficiency, so much so that she was born with a very weak body, and she was sick with a high fever two times in three days, and on top of that, that child also has congenital autism.”

Baird Lane’s hands clenched up, his heart clogging.

“By the way, it occurs to me that the boy Bao looks a lot like you, Baird.” Christine White turned around and looked at him with a surprised expression.

Baird Lane nodded, “He’s my son.”

“What? Bo is your son?” Christine White was surprised.

Baird Lane looked at her, “Yes.”

“Then how come I haven’t heard of you before?” Christine White feigned confusion.

Baird Lane spoke slowly, “I didn’t know until recently.”

“I see, so I suppose you’ll recognize Bo back to The Lane Family?” Christine White turned back.

A glimmer of determination emerges in Baird Lane’s eyes, “Of course, he’s The Lane Family’s child and The Lane Family’s only heir, of course I’m going to bring him back to The Lane Family, but not right now, but after I’ve resolved all the grudges with his mother. ”

Christine White’s heart fluttered, slightly touched, at the sound of his words sole heir.

She didn’t think that a phone call in the morning would actually make him approve of Po’s words to inherit The Lane Family.

Otherwise he wouldn’t be talking about Po being the sole heir to The Lane Family right now.

Thinking about it, Christine White blushed much better, not as cold, “So, what about Ann?”

“I will divorce Molly Bort and after the divorce Ann I will send her to her real father.” Baird Lane replied.

Christine White was so thoroughly satisfied that she chopped vegetables much faster, “Yeah, well, when are you going to divorce Ms. Bort?”

“Soon.” Baird Lane didn’t give her a precise answer.

Because the mental suggestion in his head hadn’t been lifted, he wasn’t sure what he would do in the event of a divorce.

So it was better to wait for the mental suggestion to be lifted before he could leave without worries.

“Christine,” Baird Lane suddenly called out Christine White’s name.

Christine White didn’t turn around, “Yes?”

“Do you … like Bo?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White’s eyes softened to the point of melting as she thought about her son, “Of course I like it, I’ve met Bo, he’s adorable, the cutest kid in the world, ever.”

Hearing this answer, Baird Lane’s taut heart relaxed a bit, followed by the question, “So you’re willing to …”

“Willing to what?” Christine White finished chopping vegetables and walked to the sink to wash her hands.

Baird Lane looked at her fading back, and his thin lips moved a few times before he finally didn’t get that question out of his mouth.

Christine White washed up and turned to look at him, “Why don’t you say something?”