Seize His Little Wife

After a long day at the company, when she returned home, she was so tired that she couldn’t even lift her hands and fell asleep directly on the bed.

It wasn’t long before the door to the room was pushed open again and Baird Lane stepped onto the carpet and stepped into the room, where Christine White could be seen sleeping on the bed by the streetlight outside the window.

His pace slowed for a moment, and he walked gingerly to the bedside.

The quilt was messy over Christine White, and her clothes were crumpled because of her sleeping position.

The clothes that Aunt Lucy had been asked to prepare earlier, she never seemed to wear.

But Christine White’s temperament is just like that, even if she is given the best clothes, she probably can’t wear that kind of feeling, she might as well wear something simpler.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane looked at the man in the bed with a few glimpses of disgust in his eyes.

“Woo …”

The person lying down suddenly moved, Baird Lane’s face changed slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step back, but he only saw Christine White roll over with a light grunt.

I don’t know if it was because she was uncomfortable sleeping in her professional clothes, but she had a hard time tugging at the collar of her shirt.

Baird Lane looked on, a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

Too late to catch her breath, Christine White rolled over again, and her hands went straight into her clothes for a moment to fumble with her underwear.

The pure white underwear was thrown right at his feet, and the person on the bed rolled over as if he had taken a breath of relief and changed his movements, sleeping in a wide grin.

Baird Lane breathed in and out, the heat inside him growing stronger.

Christine White got her whole body comfortable after she took her underwear off, and after lying down for a while longer she thought about getting up and taking a shower.

Who knew that as soon as he opened his eyes he would see someone standing next to the bed!

“Ah!” She was so startled that she nearly fell off the bed.

“What are you arguing about?” Baird Lane frowned down in displeasure and unbuttoned his shirt in annoyance.

“I-I didn’t … I was just wondering why you were here.”

Christine White was relieved to hear it was Baird Lane’s voice, and quickly looked at him again in confusion.

“Why can’t I be here?”

His face hardened, “Christine White, you need to remember that we are married. Is it possible that I’ve been back so infrequently over the past few years that you think of yourself as single?”

“No, that’s not what I think.”

Christine White realized she had said the wrong thing again and hurriedly got up to explain, “I didn’t know you were coming back tonight, I’ll have Aunt Lucy help clean up the guest room?”

“Guest room? Why would I sleep in the guest room, where I’m a guest?”

“No, I didn’t mean that!” Christine White stood up, looked up at his dark, sullen face, and carefully inquired, “Do you, do you want to sleep at my place tonight?”

“No?”

That look on her face made him even more angry.

It seemed that this woman really didn’t have the self-consciousness of being married, much less thinking of him as a husband, or else why was she so surprised by his appearance?

He had never cared about these things in the past three years, and now that he thought about it, he wondered for what purpose the woman had actually married him in the first place!

“There’s no problem, of course, but-”

Christine White squeezed her fingers, “Why are you sleeping at my place tonight? Did you drink too much while socializing?”

“Do I look like I’ve had too much to drink?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Then why don’t you look at what you look like right now?”

“Me?”

Christine White froze in surprise and hurriedly looked down to examine herself, then rushed to cover her collar in horror.

“I, I …” she blushed, unable to speak.

Baird Lane looked at her with cold eyes, his tone unabashedly light and mocking, “Didn’t you just strip quite neatly? Now you come to cover up?”

“I thought I was the only one!” Christine White hurriedly picked up the underwear on the floor and hid it behind one hand.

Baird Lane pursed his lips, “Even if it’s just you, as the Young Lady of The Lane Family, you have to take care of your image at all times, or else you’ll be disgracing The Lane Family and yourself!”

“I know.” Christine White lowered her head in shame, her voice small, “I won’t next time.”

Baird Lane grunted and stopped holding onto her, taking off his jacket and heading to the couch.

Christine White stole a few glances at his back and breathed a soft sigh of relief before lifting her foot to the bathroom.

Soaking in the tub, Christine White covered her face with her hands in a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

I don’t know what the hell Baird Lane was thinking, but he was actually willing to move back in for the first time, and to sleep in the same room as her.

Could it be that he was the one who had figured it out and was willing to be a real couple with her?