Seize His Little Wife

“Baird, are you alright?” Christine White saw Baird Lane’s death grip on the steering wheel and a few drops of sweat seeping out from the corner of his forehead, so she couldn’t help but get worried, “Are you not feeling well somewhere?”

She reached out, trying to touch his forehead.

But before her hand could touch his forehead, he swatted it away with one hand.

“I’m fine.” Baird Lane leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed.

Christine White saw him resisting her touch like this, her heart was a little sad, “That’s so, but I see that you don’t look a little too good, do you want to go to the hospital to have a look?”

She was still uneasy.

Worried that he’s the one who hasn’t healed from his last back injury.

“No, I’m really fine.” Baird Lane inhaled and exhaled heavily.

“But …” Christine White was about to say something else.

Baird Lane restarted the car, “Okay, you stop talking and leave me alone for a while.”

“Oh.” Christine White hurriedly responded, keeping her mouth shut tightly and not speaking.

In order not to disturb him, she even suppressed her breathing, not daring to be too loud.

Except he still doesn’t seem to have told her what he’s looking for her to talk about yet …

But by the looks of him, he didn’t seem ready to talk about it.

The journey was uneventful and once back at the cottage, Baird Lane went straight upstairs.

Aunt Lucy brought a glass of hot milk to Christine White, “Ma’am, what’s going on with mister?”

“I don’t know, he’s been acting a little strange since he got me, trying to talk to me about things but not saying anything at all, and I’m wondering what happened to him.” Christine White sighed back.

Aunt Lucy sighed along with her, “That’s how mister is, he holds everything inside and refuses to say anything, I don’t know who he learned this nature from.”

“Isn’t it genetic?” Christine White asked, taking a sip of milk.

Aunt Lucy laughed and shook her head, “It’s not genetic, both Master and Mr. Lao are very talkative, only Mr. Lao has a dull nature, that’s why I said he learned it from someone.”

“So …” Christine White looked up the stairs thoughtfully.

Aunt Lucy lamented, “Actually, Mr. wasn’t like this when he was a child, I think becoming like this mostly has something to do with the Second Young Master.”

“Baird’s brother?” Christine White looked at her.

Aunt Lucy was surprised, “You knew, ma’am?”

“Well, don’t know much, it was Baird who told me he had a brother, but he was taken away when he was very young.”

“Yes, it’s all the work of The Lane Family’s enemies, and I don’t know if His Lordship will ever see the Second Young Master again in his life.”

Christine White smiled confidently, “It will, I’m sure Baird will find his brother!”

He’s so powerful, so capable, if there’s a clue, he’ll find it!

“Let’s hope so.” Aunt Lucy, however, did not take Christine White’s words at face value.

If it could really be found, then surely it would have been found long ago.

It’s been more than twenty years, and it’s not even clear if that child is alive or dead.

“Enough of this sad talk ma’am, go home early and get some rest, don’t forget you might still be carrying a baby.” Aunt Lucy urged.

Christine White, also a little tired, made two consecutive hmmm’s, finished her glass of milk and went upstairs.

When she got out of the shower, she heard her cell phone ringing at the foot of her bed.

She picked it up and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes, “Why him?”

The call was from Ives Norton, and they had never been in touch since the exchange.

Now he’s calling, is it something important?

Thinking, Christine White answered the phone without further delay, “Dr. Norton.”

“Why are you calling me Dr. Norton again?” Ives Norton’s flirty voice came through, “I thought we agreed to call me by my first name?”

“Uh … I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t call, it’s that Baird won’t let me.” Christine White smiles apologetically.

Ives Norton pursed his lips, “Tsk, a name he as far as it goes, by the way, is he with you now?”

“No. Are you looking for him?” Christine White asked rhetorically.

Ives Norton’s tone straightened, “No, I’m just looking for you.”

“What can I do for you?” Christine White asked, rubbing her hair.

“A very important thing.” Ives Norton spoke after a few seconds of silence, “Did Baird say anything to you when he got back?”

“No.” Christine White returned.

Unconvinced, Ives Norton asked again, “It really didn’t say anything?”

“No really, he did have something to tell me, but then he ended up not saying anything.” Christine White turned off the blow dryer.

Ives Norton breathed a sigh of relief, “No is good.”

“Did something happen?” Christine White wondered out loud.

Ives Norton was back to that hangdog look, “No, nothing happened.”

“Really?” Christine White narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Ives Norton snorted, “Yeah, all right.”

“I don’t believe you, if it was really okay, would you be calling to ask me these questions specifically? And Baird too, obviously said something was wrong but didn’t tell me, what are you guys hiding from me?” Christine White was getting a little angry.

It was obvious that something was wrong and they had to hide it from her, whetting her appetite but not taking responsibility for it, making it clear that they were teasing her.

Ives Norton also heard the anger in Christine White’s tone and sighed softly, “I’m sorry Christine, I’m not trying to keep this from you, but it’s something that I’m afraid you won’t be able to take.”

“What the hell?” Christine White stamped her foot impatiently.

You’re so serious, why don’t you tell her?

“Things …” Ives Norton lusted.

Christine White closed her eyes hard, “Go ahead!”

“I … I don’t know how to say it out loud, you might as well let Baird tell you, he’s your husband, it’s only right he should tell you.” Ives Norton kicked the ball to Baird Lane.

Christine White grimaced, “If he would have told me, he would have told me already.”

“I’m afraid he can’t say the same, after all, it’s so unethical!” Ives Norton scoffed lightly.

What is it that is not lacking in virtue to demand one wife’s bone marrow after another for another woman?

Hopefully Baird will be sensible this time around, and if it’s still like last time, when he had to get Christine White to donate her bone marrow for Molly Bort, he’ll stop it!

“Lack of morals?” Christine White was getting even more annoyed inside, “Ives, just tell me what on earth even involves morality.”

“Nothing, anyway Christine you have to remember my words, no matter what Baird says to you afterward, you have to refuse it and never agree to it okay?” Ives Norton instructed in a very serious tone.

Then he hung up the phone.

Christine White held up her cell phone with a full head of steam.

What the hell is going on with these two? And what did Ives Norton mean at the end?

What exactly was Baird going to tell her to keep her from saying yes? Was it the bone marrow thing again? Why else would Ives Norton be trying to talk her out of it?

But she’s already donated the bone marrow, and wasn’t Molly Bort’s surgery a success?

Christine White bit her lower lip, wondering more and more what the hell they were up to, and mentally deciding that she was going to try and find out when Baird Lane returned.

For some reason, she always felt uneasy until she figured it out.noveldrama

Thinking about this, Christine White took a deep breath, pushed down her messy emotions for the moment, and continued blow-drying her hair.

Once her hair was dry, she sat on the edge of the bed reading a book while she waited for Baird Lane.

After waiting about an hour or so, Baird Lane opened the door and came in.

She dropped the book she was holding in her hands in a hurry and got out of bed and walked towards him, “Baird, are you done with your business?”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane took off his jacket.

Christine White picked it up smoothly, “Baird, can I ask you a question?”

Baird Lane tugged at his tie with a start, “What do you want to ask?”