Seize His Little Wife

“Why do you ask?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Christine White hastily replied, “I just thought it was a little strange, he actually called me today …”

“Call?” Baird Lane sank in, “What did he tell you?”

Christine White’s eyes darted around, “Didn’t say much, just said pretty much the same thing as last time.”

She didn’t dare to describe Hugh Dong’s words at that time.

Otherwise Baird must be pissed off to hear it.

“You gave him the phone?” Baird Lane gripped his pen tighter.

Christine White waved her hands back and forth, “No, he found out on his own.”

“Changed.” Baird Lane spat out two words coldly.

Christine White ahs, “Change your phone number?”

Baird Lane lifted his chin noncommittally.

“Good.” Christine White agreed readily.

She hadn’t saved many numbers anyway, so it was fine to change them.

Baird Lane blushed a little better at this and took a sip of the chicken soup Christine White had just put down.

Christine White, on the other hand, asked him curiously, “Baird, why did you write Hugh Dong’s name?”

“I had Gates check on Hugh Dong the other day.”

“I know this, I was in the car.”

Baird Lane was a little disconcerted that she had interrupted him, and his eyes gave her a cold, sidelong glance.

Christine White lowered her head knowing she was in the wrong, “Okay, I’ll stop, you go on.”

Baird Lane retracted his eyes and continued on, “After that I asked Gates to keep an eye on Hugh Dong, knowing that Hugh Dong was more mysterious as a person than I thought.”

“How?” Christine White blinked.

Baird Lane shook his head and said no more.

Christine White waited for a while, and when she saw that he still had no intention of opening his mouth, she knew that he was not going to answer.

The loss didn’t last long before it disappeared, though, because it was hard enough for him to answer her as much as he did.

“Baird, the chicken soup is getting cold, so drink it and I’ll take the bowl down.” Christine White urged.

Baird Lane hmmm’d and resumed taking spoonfuls of his soup.

When she was done, Christine White took her bowl and left, her bowl of soup, still waiting for her to go downstairs.

The next day, just as Baird Lane had said, the liturgy teacher reported to the cottage.

Christine White sized up the etiquette teacher in front of her, probably in her thirties or forties, with blonde hair and an unsmiling face, a standard Western noblewoman type of woman.

Somehow Christine White was a little afraid of her and always felt that she was strict.

“Mrs. Lane, let’s begin.” The etiquette teacher said to Christine White with an expressionless face.

Christine White nodded in a daze, “Okay.”

For the rest of the day, Christine White experienced what hell was like.

This etiquette teacher’s standards were so harsh that any slightest failure to meet her standards would have to be redone ten or twenty times until muscle memory was formed.

Two hours down the line, she was already tortured, sweat seeping from the corners of her forehead.

Aunt Lucy watched with trepidation, fearing that the child in her womb would be harmed in some way.

“Teacher, give our wife a break.” Aunt Lucy advised.

The etiquette teacher was unmoved, ignoring Aunt Lucy, a pair of sharp turquoise pupils staring straight at Christine White, “Mrs. Lane, your smile is too stiff, the corners of your lips are naturally upturned, and bite your chopsticks down not to drop them.”

“Okay teacher.” Christine White panted in response.

The etiquette teacher walked around her with a teaching stick, but any time she had the slightest problem with her smile or her stance, the stick would go over and hit her in the ass.

It didn’t hurt, but Christine White still felt a little ashamed.

She was still spanked as a child and never again as an adult.

I didn’t think she’d actually experience it again now.

Christine White has a small face that is red, and her eyes are red, with tears swirling around in them, to fall or not to fall.

If she hadn’t promised Baird Lane that she would learn manners and then go with him to the charity banquet, she said she wouldn’t learn anything, it was too tiring.

“Mrs. …” Aunt Lucy looked dry.

Christine White gave her a tired smile, indicating that she was fine.

But how could Aunt Lucy let it go, sighing and adding, “Ma’am, we’re not learning.”

“No, I have to learn, I promised Baird.”

“But your body …”noveldrama

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.” Christine White shook her head.

Aunt Lucy had no choice but to continue to stand by and keep an exacting eye on her in case anything happened to her when she saw how stubborn she was.

Finally, an hour later, the etiquette teacher left the villa.

Aunt Lucy hurriedly helped Christine White to sit down on the sofa, “Here, ma’am, have a drink.”

Aunt Lucy poured her a glass of water.

Christine White said thank you and took the glass of water with both hands.

But her hands had been holding up the book for so long that the after-effects of the moment had set in, and when she took the glass of water, her hands were trembling, causing a lot of water to spill out of the glass.

There was no choice but for Aunt Lucy to feed her with a glass of water.

After a glass of water, Christine White’s throat felt better, less dry, but she was tired, especially in her arms and legs, which had been lifted and stood up so much that it hurt to move them at the moment.

“Ma’am, let’s just tell Mr. that we’re not going to learn.” Aunt Lucy thought about it and advised another one.

Christine White closed her eyes, “How can I not learn, I should have learned all this three years ago, and now that Baird recognizes me as his wife, it’s only right that I should become good enough not to hold him back as well.”

“That’s true, but you’re pregnant now and you’re not in good health, you’re tired like this after only a few hours of study today, how can you stand it continuously, and what will you do if something happens to the baby?” Aunt Lucy was still most worried about this.

Christine White touched up the small of her back, “I’ll think about it.”

“Okay, then ma’am, you think about it, and I’ll go prepare hot water to soak your feet, you’ll feel much better that way.”

“Okay, thanks Aunt Lucy.”

After Aunt Lucy left, Christine White laughed bitterly at her hands, which were still a little weak.

She felt so useless through and through that she was exhausted after only a few moments.

With this kind of physical fitness, can she really deliver the baby safely?

At this moment, Christine White was a little skeptical.

Soon, though, her mind was firm again.

Regardless of whether or not her body could give birth to the child safely, she must give birth to the child, even if it meant sacrificing herself in the end.

This child, after all, is the bloodline she and Baird Lane conceived together.

“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy came out of the kitchen with a basin.

Christine White gathered her thoughts and took a look, “Aunt Lucy, what did you put in this, it tastes so strange.”

She wrinkled her nose and fanned herself with her hands.

Aunt Lucy grinned, “I put in some herbs that are good for the body.”

“Herbs? Do you have that in the house?” Christine White was surprised.

Aunt Lucy explains, “It’s what I brought from my hometown, when people get old, they have more or less minor health problems, so I often put some herbs to soak my feet, so you try it too, ma’am.”

“Good.” Christine White took her shoes off and put her feet in the basin with interest.

Baird Lane smelled the strange odor when he returned and his brow instantly furrowed, “What are you doing?”

“Soak your feet.” Christine White returned as she treaded water.

Baird Lane scanned the dark foot soak in disgust, “What is this water?”

“Aunt Lucy got the herb water just for me.”

“What are you doing soaking this for nothing.” Baird Lane dropped the briefcase he was holding.

Christine White scratched her head, “Aunt Lucy said this is good for you, so I soaked it.”

“Hurry up and finish soaking and clean this place up, it smells awful.” Baird Lane commanded in a hushed voice.

Christine White nodded her head back and forth, “I know, but Baird, you’re back so late tonight?”