Seize His Little Wife

Aunt Lucy turned back to Christine White and smiled, then her face sank when she turned back to Baird Lane.

Obviously, she’s mad at Baird Lane.

Baird Lane, also seeing Aunt Lucy angry at herself for the first time, was coldly stunned.

“Sir, there are some things I’m not supposed to say as a servant of The Lane Family, but I can’t help it.” Aunt Lucy crossed her arms.

Baird Lane pursed his lips, “What are you getting at?”

“Mrs. is your wife, right?” Aunt Lucy asked.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane gave Christine White a look, “And?”

Christine White raised her eyebrows.

Is that an answer or a non-answer from him?

“Since Mrs. is your wife, sir, but have you ever thought of Mrs. as a wife, sir, or not?” Aunt Lucy pointed at Christine White.

Baird Lane’s face sank, “When did I not think of her as a wife?”

“Did you?” Aunt Lucy patted her chest, “Sir, ask yourself, in your heart, is your wife really your wife? What kind of husband doesn’t stay with his wife when she’s sick and hospitalized, but goes to take care of another woman?”

Hearing this, Christine White suddenly lowered her head, and in her heart, she only felt a sense of aggression surging upwards.

Aunt Lucy’s words continued, “I know you can’t let go of Miss Bort, but sir, you’re married, this is the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with, Miss Bort is in the past, is it normal for you and Miss Bort to be together now? Should it be?

“Aunt Lucy, you’re overstepping your bounds!” Baird Lane’s cheeks puffed up, his voice cold as ice, “There are things I know what to do and what not to do, it’s not your turn to lecture me!”

“Sir, I’m not lecturing you, I’m just mentioning again how you go about being a husband.” Aunt Lucy sighed.

Christine White saw Baird Lane’s face getting harder and harder as she reached out and tugged on Aunt Lucy’s sleeve, “Aunt Lucy, stop it.”

“Mrs. …”

“I’ll be fine.” Christine White smiled at her, but deep in her smile was a sadness that wouldn’t fade.

If Baird Lane really knew what to do and what not to do, then he wouldn’t have gotten so close to Molly Bort and stayed away early.

In fact, everyone could see that he was wrong, but only he felt he was right.

Just because he loves Molly Bort, he doesn’t see anything wrong with his treatment of her.

Christine White smiled to herself at the thought, “Baird, why don’t you go back upstairs, I’m a little tired and would like to get some sleep, so I won’t be accompanying you.”

“Back?” Baird Lane wrinkled his nose in displeasure, “Christine White, explain to me what this word back means?”

Christine White looked deeply at him and did not answer.

And under such a gaze from her, Baird Lane actually grew a little annoyed out of nowhere.

“Aunt Lucy, get outta here!” He waved his hand and shooed people away.

Aunt Lucy could see that something wasn’t quite right between the two and wisely went out.

Christine White and Baird Lane are the only two left in the hospital room.

Baird Lane stepped forward and repeated the question he had just asked, “Christine White you tell me, why did you use the word back?”

“It’s nothing really, I just heard you say earlier that you were coming from Ms. Bort’s and figured you came to the hospital to see her, she should be looking for you if you don’t go back.” Christine White said with a smile, trying to look as unconcerned as possible.

But her smile fell on Baird Lane’s eyes, but it was extraordinarily harsh and inexplicably disliked by him.

“You want me to go to her that badly?” He was staring intently into her eyes, his face cold and vaguely mingled with a faint hint of anger.

Christine White didn’t understand what he was angry about and didn’t think much of it; for her anyway, him being angry from time to time had gotten her used to it.

“It’s not that I want you to go to her, but you have no intention of staying with me all the time do you?” Christine White replied seriously as she looked at the man’s handsome, Tao-less face.

He’d stayed at Molly Bort’s for most of those two or three days, and hadn’t come to her more than a handful of times.

And every time there’s a breeze at Molly Bort’s place, he absolutely disappears immediately.

Like last night, he was obviously all that tired, but as soon as Molly Bort woke up, he was immediately gone.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips after hearing Christine White’s words and did not retort.

She was right, he did have no intention of staying with her all the time.

It was mostly Molly’s place that put him at ease.

“Baird you go ahead, I’ve been reviewing for hours and am now eager to sleep.” Christine White yawned and once again opened her mouth to let him go.

Baird Lane was a little upset, but looked at her now in her wheelchair and pushed down the bit of upset she felt.

Immediately afterward, he pulled his hands out of his pants pockets, bent down, and scooped up Christine White from her wheelchair in a single, sweeping motion.

Christine White froze at his action, and it took a moment for her to react, a small face red and dripping with blood.

“Baird what are you doing? Put me down now!” She cried out, ashamed and anxious, one hand in the air, not even knowing where to put it.

“Shut up!” Baird Lane bellowed, not stopping, carrying her toward the hospital bed, “Put you down so you can get back to the bed on your own?”

Christine White choked in her throat.

I don’t think I can.

Although her legs were fine, she couldn’t get her back up, she couldn’t even stand up, so she couldn’t even talk about getting back into bed.

Christine White dutifully kept her mouth shut and stopped shouting for Baird Lane to put her down, instead gathering the courage to wrap her arms around his neck and leaned back into his arms without moving, but secretly rejoicing inside.

It’s the first time he’s ever hugged her.

Baird Lane laid Christine White carefully on the hospital bed and covered her again, making sure it was okay for her to lie like that before he said softly with thin lips, “You go to sleep, I’m leaving.”

“Good.” Christine White blinked.

Baird Lane straightened his cuffs and lifted his feet toward the door.

Christine White peeled back the covers and watched him leave until the door to her room was closed behind him and he was completely out of sight before she let go of the corner of the covers and smiled emotionally.

Even though he was kicked out by her, she was more than a little uncomfortable when he actually just left without looking back.

But recalling Baird Lane’s gentle princess hug just now, Christine White felt sweet in her heart again.

If her body didn’t allow it, she would have wanted to roll under the covers twice.

How wonderful it would be if he could always be so gentle with her …

With such ridiculous expectations, Christine White closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A few days later.

Ives Norton took off his handstand and spread out his chart binder with a brush, “Congratulations sister-in-law, you’re ready to be discharged.”

“Really?” Christine White asked in surprise.

Seeing her so excited, somehow Ives Norton actually felt that his mood became inexplicably good as well, and the frivolous smile on his face became much milder, “Of course it’s true, you can go through the discharge procedure now.”

“Great!” Christine White stretched, “I’ve been lying stiff for the past few days, and now I can finally get out of the hospital.”

“Ma’am, so I’ll go ahead and check in?” Aunt Lucy was happy for her when she saw her so happy.

“Please Aunt Lucy,” Christine White nodded.

After Aunt Lucy left, Christine White got out of her hospital bed, dragged over the suitcase in the corner and started packing for her discharge.

Ives Norton leaned against the wall and looked at her, “Do you want to talk to Baird about you getting out of the hospital so he can pick you up?”

Christine White’s packing motion stalled, “I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“He’s probably been too busy to visit me these past few days, and he probably wasn’t available when I asked him to come pick me up.” Christine White put her head down and continued to pack her things, it was impossible to see the expression on her face.

Ives Norton stroked his chin, his eyes sank, “But how come I heard that he hasn’t been busy lately, he also comes to the hospital every day, did he not come to see you even once?”