Seize His Little Wife

“I was out having dinner with a friend.” Christine White answered truthfully.

Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “Which friend?”

“Debby.”

At that, Baird Lane’s frown loosened, “Finished?”

“Not yet, just serving, what can I do for you?” Christine White inquired.

Baird Lane pursed his lips, “There is one thing.”

“Go ahead, then.” Christine White walked over to one side of the wall and crouched down.

Baird Lane, however, was suddenly silent.

Christine White waited for him for a while without seeing him speak, and couldn’t help but wonder out loud, “Baird, are you still there?”

“I am.” Baird Lane responded.

Christine White smiled, “Just tell me what’s up, I’m listening.”

“There’s no rush, why don’t you eat first and I’ll come over and pick you up afterward.”

“Pick me up?”

“Uh-huh.”

“No, no, no, no.” Christine White hastily refused.

Baird Lane’s face sank, “What? I can’t see anyone?”

It was rare for him to offer to pick her up, and she actually had this attitude.

“No, it’s just that if you come over to pick me up, Debby York might see you, and then she’s bound to wonder about our relationship, so …”

“I’m not getting off!” Baird Lane interrupted Christine White.

These Christine White could no longer find a reason to refuse, “So, that’s fine.”

“Address!” Baird Lane spat out two words slowly.

Christine White craned her head to look at the sign for the restaurant and gave him the address.

With a hmmm, he hung up the phone.

Throughout, he never said what exactly he was calling over to see her about.

Christine White sighed softly as she looked at her phone with the screen off and put it away to go back to the dish.

Debby York had already eaten, and when she was seated, she came over with a nosy face and asked, “What did your husband want with you?”

“Ask me where I am.” Christine White returned curtly, picking up her chopsticks.

Debby York shivered, “Emma, meathead, you’ve been out for less than three hours and he misses you?”

Christine White smiled and didn’t answer.

Baird Lane misses her?

How is that possible!

He never came to her until he had something to do.

“Ouch, not even responding to one of my comments, you’re afraid I’m uncomfortable as a single dog, aren’t you?” Debby York skimmed.

Christine White clamped a piece of beef and put it in her bowl, “Okay, eat still can’t plug your mouth ah, eat quickly, eat and go back, it’s dark.”

“Well well well, I know you can’t wait to get back to your man.” Debby York said in a sour tone.

The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, “I’m lazy, it’s time to eat, I’m starving.”

She also gave herself a chopstick of food.

The taste of the food at this restaurant is really good.

Even if Christine White doesn’t feel like she’s had much of an appetite lately, she can’t help but eat an extra bowl of rice at the moment and end up with a full stomach.

Leaving the dish, she was half-helped out by Debby York.

“Get in the car and I’ll drive you back.” Debby York waved the car keys.

Christine White declined, “My husband will come and get me.”

Debby York’s eyes lit up, “Your husband?”

So, she gets to meet her best friend’s mysterious husband?

Christine White took one look at Debby York’s expression and knew what was going through her mind.

But sadly, she was not destined to see it.

“Yeah, my husband.” Christine White nodded.

“Where is your husband? Is he here yet?” Debby York craned her neck to look left and right.

Christine White was just about to say that it shouldn’t be that soon, when she heard a black Mercedes suddenly beep twice at them from the side of the road directly in front of them.

Christine White looks over and guesses if this could be Baird Lane’s car.

“Christine, what are you looking at?” Debby York couldn’t help but ask when she saw her staring at the Mercedes.

Christine White didn’t answer and lifted her foot towards the Mercedes.

Not sure if it’s Baird Lane, but it’s always good to go over and check it out.

As it turned out, she guessed right, and she had just walked up to the car when the window rolled down a crack and Baird Lane’s voice rang out from inside, “Get in!”

Sure enough, it’s him!

“Okay, hold on while I say hi to Debby.” Christine White finished her response and turned toward Debby York and waved.

Debby York trotted over, “What’s wrong?”

“My husband.” Christine White gestured to the reclosing car window.

Debby York’s eyes widened, “Your husband?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then why doesn’t he get out of the car.” Debby York looked disappointed.

Christine White mentally told her she was sorry, “He doesn’t like to interact with people, so …”

“Forget it, your husband’s a spoilsport too, so spoilsporty that I’m suddenly not interested in knowing what he looks like, so get in the car, bye!” Debby York smiled at Christine White.

Christine White was even more overwhelmed.

Why wouldn’t she want to tell Debby York that Baird Lane was her husband.

But Baird Lane wouldn’t allow it.

So much so that she, who was clearly a married wife, was like an underground lover who could not see the light of day.

“Okay, I’ll leave then Debby , you go home early too, bye.” Christine White pulled open the door and got into the car.

As soon as she was seated, Baird Lane started the car straight away.

Christine White peeked at him as she buckled her seatbelt, “Baird, how long have you been here?”

Anyway, the Mercedes was parked on the curb when she and Debby York exited the dish.

Baird Lane didn’t look at Christine White, his eyes were straight ahead on the road, “It’s been ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” Christine White was slightly startled, “You’ve been here that long?”noveldrama

“Okay.”

“So you weren’t on your way to the car when you called me, were you?” Christine White asked tentatively.

Baird Lane nodded, “Uh-huh.”

Christine White said inwardly, “Didn’t Aunt Lucy tell you that Debby York and I came out to dinner?”

“I didn’t ask her, I went straight out the door.” Baird Lane returned faintly.

When he got back to the villa, he was going to tell her something, only to find that she wasn’t there.

Aunt Lucy simply said she was out, and then he immediately left the cottage, calling her from his car to ask about her whereabouts.

“No questions?” Christine White blinked.

Didn’t even ask. Looks like he was in a hurry to get out the door.

Is it because of what you’re going to tell her?

Christine White bit her lower lip, “Baird, on the phone earlier, you said you wanted to see me about something, what was it?”

She re-asked the question she had asked then.

Baird Lane squealed his car to the curb, “Christine White.”

“Hmm?” Christine White cocked her head.

Baird Lane turns his headlights on, then turns his head to look at her.

Confusion was written all over her face, and there was a bit of doubt in her clear eyes.

Looking into her eyes like that, the knot in his throat slid slightly, and what he wanted to say, he suddenly couldn’t say.

“Baird, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing the man staring at himself without saying anything, Christine White’s expression was a little worried.

Baird Lane dropped his eyes, his voice a little low, “I’m fine, I wanted to talk to you …”

“Say it.” Christine White waited for his words.

Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched, and were half silent again.

Christine White, as stupid as she was, could see that he was struggling and her heart sank, “Did something big happen?”

The last time he’d shown this kink was when he’d needed her bone marrow.

But she’s already donated her bone marrow, so this time, what’s he in for?

Does she have, here, anything else he needs?

Baird Lane, unaware of what was going through Christine White’s mind, closed his eyes and tucked the complexity in them away, “Nothing much happened.”

His demeanor returned to its usual coldness, but the back seat of his teeth, clenched tightly, seemed to be suppressing something.

This morning, Ives Norton called him and told him that Molly’s body’s white blood cells were sick again, and that he could start preparing for a second surgery and leave him to his own devices.

It was this very thing that he wanted to talk to her about, but he suddenly realized that he couldn’t bring himself to say anything about it, when it was clear that long after the success of the first operation, he had decided that the second one would have to be carried out as well.

But when it really came to this moment, his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn’t open his mouth even more than the first time he asked for her bone marrow, and even as long as he thought that her body would become worse after she donated her bone marrow again, his heart inexplicably ached.

What’s wrong with him?