Seize His Little Wife

After thinking about it for a while and not coming up with a solution, Aunt Lucy shook her head and went back to the cottage.

Baird Lane stepped on the gas all the way to Christine White’s apartment complex, and what was supposed to be over an hour’s driveLand, hard as it was, he whittled it down to forty minutes or so.

“I’m here, where are you?” Baird Lane asked as he got out of the car, closed the door, and put his cell phone, which he had been talking on for almost an hour, to his ear as he looked from side to side for the silhouette.

However after looking around, there was nothing to be seen.

“I’m at … Burp … I don’t know where I am anymore.” Christine White’s more muffled voice came over the phone, showing that she was even more drunk now.

Baird Lane’s temples jutted out, “So do you have any landmarks around you now?”

“Hmm? Building?” Christine White took a sip of her beer, “Supermarkets …”

Supermarket?

Baird Lane frowned, then searched his mind and remembered.

He did see a supermarket nearby, just a two-minute walk from where he was.

“I know, be a good boy and wait for me there, I’ll be right there.” Baird Lane barked.

Christine White answered in a daze and hung up the phone.

Two minutes later, Baird Lane finally saw the familiar figure sitting on the curb.

She wasn’t drinking anymore, but was hugging her calves and burying her head in her lap as if she were asleep.

She had several cans askew around her, all finished at first glance, so it was no wonder she was so drunk.

Baird Lane walked over with a dark look on his face and gently tapped Christine White on the shoulder, “Wake up.”

Christine White moved her body, “Don’t … Leave me alone, I want to sleep!”

Baird Lane’s handsome face darkened.

?

Sleeping?

You’re not afraid of danger if you sleep here?

He even wondered if she hadn’t called him out of the blue and he’d rushed over, if she’d really have to spend the night here alone tonight.

“Christine Camp, wake up!” Baird Lane shouted again, and this time the tap on her shoulder was slightly heavier.

Christine White lifted her head, squinting hazily at the man looking up at the top of her head, and asked with a big grin on her tongue, “Chill ….. . baird?”

“Uh, it’s me.” Baird Lane nods.

Christine White giggled, “You … You’re here!”

“Well, I’m coming, I’ll take you back.” Baird Lane held out his hand toward her.

Christine White cocked her head as if she didn’t understand, “Go back? Back where?”

“Go back to your apartment.” Baird Lane replied with forced patience.

Christine White’s little face flushed, “No, I’m not going back, it’s so nice here, it’s so cool, and there’s wine, yes, wine, Baird do you drink? I have wine here, where’s the wine?”

She looked around for wine.

“Ah, the wine’s gone, it’s all gone.” Christine White said accusingly, shaking an empty can.

Then she suddenly expression side, angry like the hand of the cans to throw out, and staggered to stand up, “all right, before … There is a supermarket in front, I’ll go and buy it for you, you drink with me!”

When she finished, she braced herself on the ground and staggered to her feet.

As a result, he had just stood up a little bit, and his legs were weak and he fell back down again.

Seeing this scene, Baird Lane raised the end of his eyebrows, feeling a bit of a headache.

Though she was cute when she was playing drunk, very much like a child who hadn’t grown up.

But he couldn’t just let her go on, this was considered a rich neighborhood, many celebrities lived here, and there would be some paparazzi squatting around at any time.

Although they are not considered to be a celebrity, but how to block the wine to play drunk crazy is also a hot spot, in case they are photographed, in the people out, their two companies more or less will be affected by some.

“Okay, I don’t drink, I’ll take you back, just wait.” Baird Lane held down the woman who was trying to get back up to get a drink, then bent down, picked up those cans on the floor and headed for a nearby trash can.

Returning from throwing the can, Baird Lane takes Christine White by the wrist and pulls her up off the ground.

“I’ll help you.” He held her arm.

Christine White started to play hard to get, “I don’t want you to help me, I’m not feeling well, I can’t walk!”

With that, he wrenched his arm free.

Baird Lane’s brow jumped, “Can you walk on your own without my help?”

“I’m not going.” Christine White pouted and suddenly wrapped him in a hug, then lifted her head and looked up at him with a little red face and misty eyes, “Then I want you to hold me.”

“What?” Baird Lane flinched.

Christine White added, “I want you to carry me, you carry me back.”

“No way!” Baird Lane didn’t expect her to say such a thing and immediately refused.

Christine White’s mouth dropped and she seemed about to cry, “You don’t like me anymore do you, why don’t you hug me?”

The proximity of her body and the fact that she was tilting her head, the hot breath from her breath and mouth almost hitting Baird Lane’s chin as she spoke, made his body tense up.

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“I can’t hold you.” Baird Lane clenched his fists and refused once more.

Christine White was even more aggravated, “Then how about you carry me on your back?”

“No!” Baird Lane still won’t let up.

Christine White pushed him away as if she was angry, “This or that, so what are you doing here?”

“Send you back.” Baird Lane spoke slowly.

Christine White stomped her foot, “How can you send me back if you don’t carry me or hug me? Don’t say help me, I don’t want you to help me, I don’t have any strength in my legs, you can’t walk even if you help me, so you can only carry me or carry me, choose one.”

Looking at her irrationally, Baird Lane rubbed his brow.

He was supposed to hate unreasonable people, but the unreasonable one was her, and not only did he not hate it, he found it a little cute.

It’s just a little abrasive to be this cute.

“I can’t carry you or hug you, it’s not good for you, we’re just normal friends after all.” Baird Lane said.

Christine White looked at him slyly, “But I just want you to carry me, I want you to hold me, don’t you understand?”

Baird Lane’s brain jolted and he suddenly realized something, “You …”

His heart was suddenly beating fast.

Is it what he thinks it is?

Does she have those same feelings for him?

“Hmm?” Christine White blinked blankly, “What happened to me?”

Baird Lane clenched his fists, “Do you know who I am?”

Though he thought that, he wasn’t sure.

Just in case, she was thinking of him as someone else.

After all, she’s a drunk now.

“I know, you’re Baird, it’s Baird Lane,” Christine White said with a cheeky grin poking Baird Lane in the heart.

This time, Baird Lane really couldn’t be fooling herself that she was thinking of him as someone else.

She’s just who he is.

Knowing that he’s Baird Lane is why she lets her hug him, and she really does feel that way about him.

A great surprise came over him, and Baird Lane’s eyes suddenly softened.

He didn’t know why he suddenly fell in love with a woman who looked just like his ex-wife, and in such a short period of time.

But that’s just the way he is, once he falls in love, he doesn’t regret it.

At that thought, Baird Lane looked seriously at the woman in front of him, “Christine Camp, are you sure you want me to hold you?”

Once he’s hugged, he’ll never let go.

Christine White nodded and opened her arms toward her, “Hug!”

The corners of Baird Lane’s mouth quirked up in a sudden smile, “Okay, I’ll hold you.”

As the words left his mouth, he stepped forward and scooped her up by the waist.

Christine White obediently upstairs his neck and rested her head on his chest, “Go home.”

“Okay, home.” Baird Lane looked down and carried her toward the apartment complex.