Seize His Little Wife

She looked back and saw that Baird Lane and Gates were still far behind.

Baird Lane heard her voice and raised his eyes toward her without answering her, withdrawing his gaze before continuing to talk to Gates, “Hugh Dong’s side, you send someone to keep an eye on it.”

“Okay.” Gates nodded, “But President Lane, I think what Madame said in the car before, it makes sense, if this time Dong’s is intentionally cooperating in order to retaliate against the old man for grabbing the land back then, we must take precautions ahead of time, lest they really do move on the cooperation in any way.”

“I know this, you just need to keep an eye on Hugh Dong at all times, I suspect Hugh Dong he may have an agenda.” Baird Lane narrowed his phoenix eyes.

Gates was puzzled, “Why do you think that?”

“During the day he asked Christine White for contact information, in association with the information you found out tonight.”

“So President Lane you think Hugh Dong is trying to start from Madam’s side?”

Baird Lane hmmm’d.

Gates responded with a stern look, “Yes, I’ll keep someone on him at all times, so should we tell His Lordship about this?”

“No, telling grandpa will remind him of his father, and then it’ll be just more sentimentality.” Baird Lane lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in them in a faint voice.

Gates nodded slightly, “Understood.”

“You go on back.” Baird Lane waved his hand, giving his expulsion order, then lifted his feet and walked forward.

Christine White was still standing there waiting for him, and when she saw him approaching, she couldn’t help but ask, “Won’t Assistant Gates stay?”

“He’s not from The Lane Family.” Baird Lane returned.

Christine White then remembered the rule that only The Lane Family people, or people who were related to The Lane Family, could enter The Lane Family’s old mansion.

“I forgot all about it.” She scratched her head a little apologetically.

Baird Lane didn’t blame her and offered to take her hand, “Come on, Grandpa’s waiting.”

“Uh-huh!” Christine White nodded heavily, glancing at the hand he was holding with her and then at his tall back, unable to keep a sweet smile off her face.

He offered to take her hand hey!

At this moment, Christine White only felt that her footsteps were false felling, the same as stepping on a cloud, somewhat unreal.

But the constant warmth she felt from his hands was telling her that this was all real together!

Christine White just followed Baird Lane into the lobby of the old mansion.

The old master sat on his crutches on top of the high hall, and when he saw them arrive, a smile unfolded on his serious face, “Coming?”

“Grandpa.” Baird Lane nodded slightly.

Christine White hurriedly called out as well, “Grandpa.”

“Okay, okay, sit down.” Looking at the young couple holding each other’s hands, a trace of satisfaction crossed the old man’s eyes.

Christine White was dragged by Baird Lane to sit under the old man.

Once seated, Baird Lane released her and took a sip of the tea on the side.

Christine White looked at her empty hand.

But the loss was only there for a second before it dissipated; after all, she knew that even if Baird Lane staged their lovey-dovey scenes in front of the old man, he wouldn’t always have to hold her hand.

So for a moment there just now, she was content.

“Ah Christine.” The old man suddenly looked over.

Christine White hurriedly pushed down the thoughts in her mind and stood up, “Grandpa called me?”

“Sit sit sit.” The old man raised his hand, “This is your own home, why are you so polite, sit down and talk.”

Christine White dared not disobey, but sat down again.

The old man smiled, “Xiao Song has told you all the rules you need to be aware of for the ancestor sacrifice tomorrow?”

“Said it.” Christine White returned, “Not only did Aunt Lucy teach me, but Baird taught me some too.”

“Oh?” The old man looked at Baird Lane unexpectedly, “Baird, is that true?”

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “Not really.”

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“Then it looks like you taught it after all, not bad not bad.” The old man stroked his beard in satisfaction.

In his opinion, the fact that this grandson was willing to take the initiative to teach Christine meant that he was already accommodating Christine in his heart.

That’s great news.

“By the way, have you guys eaten yet?” The old man asked again.

Christine White rushed back, “I ate, did Baird, I don’t know.”

“What, you didn’t come together?” The old man frowned.

Christine White waved her hand, “It’s coming together, it’s just that Baird was just returning to the cottage before he came.”

“Where have you been?” The old man examined Baird Lane with a sullen face.

Baird Lane’s thin lips flicked up, “Company.”

“Really?” The old man narrowed his eyes, still a little skeptical.

Baird Lane set down his teacup and gazed straight back, “Grandpa doesn’t believe it?”

The old man laughed and didn’t answer the question, instead, he directly changed the topic, “Although the company is important, the family is equally important, there is still time to spend more time with Christine and give birth to a child earlier.”

Christine White blushed at the mention of children, remembering again the last time the old man had Aunt Lucy drug her and Baird Lane.

Not only her, Baird Lane also thought about it, his handsome face dark and ugly, “Grandpa, you don’t need to be so anxious about the baby, it will come when it’s time.”

“Hmph, you said the same thing three years ago.” The old man snorted.

Christine White sneaks a look at Baird Lane.

He said something like that three years ago?

Baird Lane noticed Christine White’s gaze and, without responding to her, got up and walked over to the old man, helping him to his feet, “Come on Grandpa, I’ll walk you to something to eat.”

“Who wants your company, seeing your expressionless face turns my stomach.” The old man said with a look of disgust, but his eyes overflowed with a few smiles.

“Christine come along too.” The old man held out his other hand toward Christine White.

Christine White, though not hungry, did not refuse, and hastened forward to hold the old man on the other side.

The grandparents and grandchildren walked towards the restaurant, with Uncle Fu following behind with a smile on his face.

After the meal, the old man could not stay up and was brought back to his room by Uncle Fu to rest, after all, his age was there and his energy was not as high as before.

“Let’s go.” Baird Lane said to Christine White.

Christine White cocked her head in confusion, “Where to?”

“Go to your room.” Baird Lane lifted his foot and walked out of the dining room.

Christine White followed at a quick pace.

The two returned to Baird Lane’s room in the old mansion, which was already made up and the bed made ready to sleep in straight away.

Christine White’s breath tightened considerably as she looked at the antique antique queen-sized bed.

She couldn’t help but think of the night three years ago, the night she first married Baird Lane, when the bridal chamber was set up here, and she sat on this bed waiting for him, and waited all night for him to come back.

Then he came back the next day, and the first thing he said was that she should move out of the place, and after that she never came back to the old mansion, and always stayed in the same villa she was living in now.

A bitter smile curled the corners of Christine White’s mouth at the memory.

“What are you looking at?” Baird Lane’s cool voice sounded behind him.

Christine White lifted her sleeve and wiped the nonexistent tears from the corners of her eyes, turning back and forcing a smile, “Nothing, I just think the furniture is so beautiful.”

“Lying at the drop of a hat.” Baird Lane swept her off her feet.

Christine White’s little mouth dropped open and she lowered her head, “Sorry …”

“Okay, go take a shower.” Baird Lane tugged at the tie around his neck, not bothering to look at her like this.

Every time he spoke her mind, she put her head down as if she was being bullied in some way, and he got annoyed watching.

Can’t she be more confident?

Christine White, unaware of the method in Baird Lane’s mind, gave a small, oh-so-subtantive sigh and went to rummage through the bags she’d brought with her.

Suddenly, her little face changed, “Oh no!”

Baird Lane’s heart tightened, “What’s wrong?”