Seize His Little Wife

Gates pointed in the direction of the balcony, “President Lane is on the phone, ma’am you can see the doctor first.”

“Good.” Christine White withdrew her gaze from the balcony and, at his direction, sat down across from the foreign doctor.

She couldn’t speak foreign languages and couldn’t understand what the doctor was saying.

Instead, Gates stood off to the side nodding his head every now and then, or speaking to the doctor.

Christine White could roughly guess that Gates was explaining her situation to the doctor.

Sure enough, Gates looked over at her once he had also stopped talking to the doctor, “Relax ma’am, Dr. Tyler was asking me where you were uncomfortable.”

“I know.” Christine White smiled at him.

Gates Mu was slightly surprised, “Your Ladyship understands?”

Christine White shook her head, “I guessed.”

“Uh …” The corners of Gates’s mouth twitched slightly, and he didn’t say anything.

Christine White was quiet too; she couldn’t understand anything anyway, so she might as well shut up.

I don’t know how long it took, but Dr. Tyler took off his gloves and picked up a pen and paper and scribbled something on it.

Christine White couldn’t understand and didn’t listen carefully, but there was Jomo anyway.

Gates put away the paper Dr. Tyler had written and escorted the man out of the room.

When he came back, the note in his hand was gone.

“Ma’am, Dr. Tyler just said …”

“Say what?” Baird Lane’s voice came from the direction of the balcony.

Christine White turned her head, “You’re done taking calls?”

He’s been answering this call for a really long time.

She’s been here for at least half an hour now.

Baird Lane glanced at Christine White and gave a soft hmmm, walking across from her and sitting down, “Moving on, how is she really doing?”

This was said to Gates.

Gates nodded, “There’s nothing wrong with the lady, just airsickness.”

“Airsickness can be so reactive?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Christine White nodded along, “I’m a little airsick, but …”

“Dr. Tyler said it’s your lack of resistance, ma’am, you donated bone marrow and your body’s resistance is not what it used to be, even a minor illness can become serious.” Gates explained.

Christine White’s small face whitened, “So that’s it … Doesn’t that mean that when I go back, I’ll have to experience the pain of the airplane again as well?”

“Nice.” Gates responded with certainty.

Christine White, all better, leaned back against the back of the couch full of despair.

She was in this mode and Baird Lane couldn’t help but feel something in his heart, “When we go back, I’ll arrange for a private jet.”

“What?” Christine White was taken aback.

Baird Lane poured himself a glass of wine, “I say arrange for a private jet on the way back, that way you won’t have as hard a time as you did today.”

“What difference does it make,” Christine White whispered.

The difference between a private airplane and a regular airplane is the difference between private and public.

She gets dizzy just sitting there.

“Of course there’s a difference.” Jo laughed softly, “Private planes are small and modified to take off without boosting, usually people get airsick the moment the plane boosts, vertical takeoff planes don’t.”

“Is that so?” Christine White cocked her head.

She didn’t really understand the way it worked.

Gates nodded, “Of course!”

“That’s great.” Christine White clapped her hands in delight.

She wasn’t happy that she had a private jet to fly in, but she was happy that she wouldn’t have to suffer the way she had today when she returned to her flight.

“Did the doctor give her any medication?” Baird Lane looked at Gates.

“Yes, but the missus is on other medication, so Dr. Tyler prescribed some conditioning ones, which I’ve just sent the hotel people to get.”

“No wonder the note wasn’t there when you came back.” Christine White came to a realization.

Gates pushed up his glasses, “Yes.”

“That’s good, you can go home now.” Baird Lane gave his expulsion order.

Christine White would like to stay with him a little longer.

But also understand that staying too long can make others think more.

After all, someone else had seen it when it came.

“Okay, then I’ll be on my way.” Christine White got up and headed for the door.

“You go drop her off.” Baird Lane put down his glass, “She’s never stayed in a hotel, she’ll get lost.”

A flash of surprise crossed Gates’s eyes, “President Lane you even know that?”

“Hmm?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

Gates Mu’s expression stared as she earnestly returned, “I know, I’m on my way.”

He chased after Christine White at a quick pace.

President Lane even knows that people can get lost. It seems that just like what Dr. Norton said, President Lane already has feelings for Christine White in his heart but he doesn’t know it.

“Wait ma’am.” Gates caught up with Christine White at the elevator entrance.

Christine White heard his voice and immediately pressed the door button on the elevator.

“Assistant Gates, what brings you here?”

“President Lane was afraid you’d get lost and asked me to come and see you off.” Gates Mu stepped into the elevator.

Christine White moved to the side, “He’s afraid I’ll get lost?”

How she somehow didn’t believe that.

“Yeah, President Lane told me himself.” Gates smiled.

Christine White still felt that it was only his own words, not coming from Baird Lane’s mouth, and therefore did not answer, and was quietly sent back by him.

He did come in time, or else she would have gotten lost in her condition.

“Back?” Debby York turned her head toward Christine White when she saw her open the door and enter.

Christine White hmmmed, “How did you get back so soon too?”

“I’ll just go get a schedule, quick as a flash.” Debby York threw a chip in her mouth, “How are you doing? What did the doctor say?”

“Said I’ve been unwell lately, so that aggravates the airsickness.” Christine White returned with a twinkle in her eye.

Debby York didn’t notice her strangeness and got up to pour her a glass of water, “So is everything okay now?”

“Nothing much, just still some tightness in my chest.” Christine White touched the spot on her chest.

Debby York blushed instantly, “Ms. Christine White, I’m going to have to ask you to put your hands down, I think you’re showing off to me that you’ve got the goods!”

“What?” The corner of Christine White’s eye twitched.

Debby York circled around her, “Seriously, I was going to say it a long time ago, Christine what the hell did you grow up on, you’re average and skinny everywhere else in your body, except here where it stands out.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She pointed to her chest, “Have you had it serviced specifically?”

Christine White realized what she meant and blushed as she slapped her hand away, “What are you talking about, where have I done any maintenance.”

“So how in the world did you grow these, and how come I don’t have them.” Debby York nodded her head looking at her slightly flat chest with a sad face.

Christine White gave her a blank look, “Not with you, I’m going to get some sleep.”

“Go go go.” Debby York was too busy studying her boobs to look at her.

Christine White sighed and lifted the covers to lie down.

It was dark when I woke up again.

Christine White was woken up by Debby York and sat up from her bed with a yawn on her lips, “I’m so sleepy.”

“Sleepy is right, who let us be jet lagged, you should get up, dinner was just announced.” Debby York came over with a weary look on her face and handed her clothes to her.

Christine White thanked her and put her clothes back on, “You didn’t sleep?”

“Took a short nap.” Debby York finished her reply and stepped aside to bring the packet over, “This is for you.”

“What is it?”

“This came from Assistant Gates this afternoon, saying the doctor prescribed it for you.”

“So this is it.” Christine White remembered, looking down and unwrapping the bag.

Looking at the small, large box of medicines inside, she just felt her eyes go black.

“Why so many!” She wanted to cry.

There’s still such a big bag of medicine that she brought, and here comes another one, it’s killing her.

Debby York glanced over and was also shocked by the amount, “My God Christine, when did you become a pot of pills, I remember you had more in your suitcase, what the hell is wrong with you?”