Seize His Little Wife

“Happy.” Christine White took a bite out of the cake, “It should be from you.”

“Not me, your friend.” Baird Lane corrected her.

Christine White rolled her eyes, “But Debby gave it to you, and you gave it to me, so it’s from you.”

“You’re that happy when I give you cake?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.

Christine White licked the mousse from her lips, “Mmm.”

There is nothing happier than receiving something from a loved one.

“I’ll have Gates order you a cake for your birthday then, how long is your birthday?” Baird Lane asked gently as he turned the steering wheel.

Christine White’s eyes dimmed, “You don’t know my birthday, do you?”

“Why should I know?” Baird Lane asked rhetorically.

Christine White’s lips sank, “Also …”

He didn’t like her, so why would he remember her birthday.

But then, she still felt a little uncomfortable inside.

Obviously everything about him, she remembers very clearly, but her, he does not know the same …

Sighing, Christine White didn’t have the stomach for cake either and closed the box and set it aside, “My birthday is in ten days.”

“In ten days?” Baird Lane was slightly surprised.

Christine White hmmmed, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Nothing.” Baird Lane’s eyes flickered, curbing the surprise in his mind.

He didn’t realize that it was such a coincidence that her birthday was the same day as Molly’s.

“Baird, do you have time for me on my birthday?” Christine White clasped her hands together and looked expectantly at the man who was obviously thinking about something.

The man frowned, “Keep you company?”

“Well, I want to spend a birthday with you, and I have good news for you that day.” Christine White touched up the small of her back.

Baird Lane was driving and didn’t see her move, “What’s the good news?”

“I can’t tell you now, I’ll tell you on my birthday.” Christine White smiled.

Baird Lane pursed his lips, “I see.”noveldrama

“So you’re saying yes?” Christine White’s breath stopped in her nervousness.

Baird Lane dropped his eyes and said in a faint voice, “Don’t you have good news for me? Just don’t forget it that day.”

“No way!” Christine White’s eyes curved.

She caught his drift.

He promised to be with her on her birthday.

Christine White bit her lip not holding back a laugh.

She’s so happy!

Baird Lane driving, suddenly heard Christine White’s laughter, slightly sideways glance at her, do not understand what she has to be happy, not just with her birthday.

To be honest, Baird Lane doesn’t know why he said yes.

But looking at her, it seemed like it would be good to agree to it.

“One more thing.” Baird Lane spoke again, unexpectedly.

Christine White’s smile tightened, “Yes?”

“Your etiquette teacher is arriving tomorrow, I want you to learn it well, especially banquet etiquette, I’m attending a charity banquet next month, you’ll be following along as my wife, I want you to be able to hold your own with your etiquette.”

“Wife … wifehood?” Christine White slurred in excitement.

Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “What’s the problem?”

“No, no problem, I just have some … Some …” Christine White couldn’t find the right words to express herself for a while.

Baird Lane was also impatient to hear her stuttering words, “Alright, just remember what I just told you.”

“Uh-huh, I’ll keep that in mind, but are you really going to bring me in attendance?” Christine White asked cautiously.

Baird Lane’s face went cold, “You don’t have to go if you don’t believe in it.”

“No no, I didn’t disbelieve.” Christine White waved her hands back and forth, “It’s just that I was a little surprised when you said you’d let me go as your wife.”

“What’s so surprising?”

“Of course I do, and if you take me, isn’t that the equivalent of publicizing my identity, when they all know you’re married?” Christine White pointed a finger.

Baird Lane returned with an expressionless face, “Now that you’re in the genealogy and grandpa gave you the jade pendant, it’s time for your identity to slowly become public and known to the circle.”

Christine White staggered for a moment, then straightened her back, “So you took me to a charity party to publicize my identity?”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded down.

Christine White was excited to cry, “Baird, when we got married back then, didn’t you not want to say to the public that I was your wife, how come now …”

“Didn’t I just give my reasons?” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips in displeasure.

Christine White’s small face lowered, “You did, but it wasn’t the kind of thing I wanted to hear …”

“And what kind of reasoning are you expecting to hear?” Baird Lane looked at her.

“Of course I am ….” Christine White opened her mouth to say something, but finally swallowed the words and said instead, “It’s nothing, and that’s fine.”

“Then shut up.” Baird Lane withdrew his gaze.

Christine White gave an oh-so-subtle, zippered motion to her mouth and closed her mouth.

Returning to the villa, the eagerly awaited Aunt Lucy immediately greeted her and helped Christine White to sit on the sofa, “You guys are finally back, I was worried to death, especially you, ma’am.”

“Aunt Lucy, don’t be so nervous, I know how to protect myself.” Christine White took the hot water she handed her and smiled.

Baird Lane looked suspiciously at the old man and the young woman, what they were saying was suddenly a little incomprehensible to him, but he wasn’t interested in asking, and after drinking a glass of water he went upstairs.

Aunt Lucy had been a little out of sorts for the past two days because of Christine White’s health, and when he came back, she didn’t even ask, giving her full attention to Christine White.

“Ma’am, did you have fun going to your friend’s birthday today?” Aunt Lucy asked.

Christine White craned her somewhat stiff neck, “It was okay, saw a good show.”

“Good show?” Aunt Lucy got curious.

Christine White then spilled the beans on the real purpose of Debby York’s birthday party.

Aunt Lucy covered her lips and laughed when she heard it, “That’s quite a show.”

“Yeah, I kinda sympathize with Debby.” Christine White smiled and shook her head.

Aunt Lucy glanced at the cake she brought back, “Ma’am, let’s not have this cake, pregnant women shouldn’t take in too much sweetness.”

Christine White originally thought it would be a pity to throw it away, but now when she heard Aunt Lucy say so, how could she not agree, and hurriedly pushed the cake to her, “Then Aunt Lucy you deal with it.”

“Okay, I’ll go throw it away and bring you a bowl of chicken soup on the way.”

When Aunt Lucy finished, she grabbed the cake and headed to the kitchen.

After a while, she came out with a bowl of chicken soup.

Christine White looked at the huge bowl full and gasped, “Aunt Lucy, do I have to drink it all?”

“That’s for sure, this is a soup made from the black chicken I bought specially, it’s especially tonic, so you have to finish it.”

“But it’s too much.” Christine White smiled reluctantly.

Aunt Lucy looked at the bowl, “It’s a bit much, drink it slowly.”

“Won’t you serve Baird a bowl?” Christine White pointed upstairs.

Aunt Lucy sighed, “I don’t really want to give it to him yet, but I’m going to serve him a bowl up anyway, so you drink it, ma’am, and I’ll go serve it to mister.”

“I’ll go.” Christine White stopped her.

Aunt Lucy thought for a moment, “That’s fine, then ma’am you send it up.”

“Good.”

Christine White went upstairs with the chicken soup, she stood in front of the door to Baird Lane’s study and raised her hand to knock.

Baird Lane’s cool voice came from inside, “Enter.”

Christine White pushed her way in, “Baird, I brought you a bowl of chicken soup.”

She walked over and set the chicken soup down gently, then her eyes suddenly glanced at a piece of paper on his desk with Hugh Dong’s name written on it and circled in pen.

“Baird, what happened to Hugh Dong?” Christine White asked, pointing to the paper.