Seize His Little Wife

Christine White hadn’t yet gotten over the turn of events earlier, and suddenly hearing him ask that brought a puzzled look to her face, “What why?”

Baird Lane grunted and walked over to her and grabbed her hand, “Who told you to wear this necklace, Molly is being taken to resuscitation now, you should be satisfied?”

“What do you mean by that? What do you mean I should be satisfied?” Christine White bulged her eyes, exasperated by his words.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

That’s said as if she can’t wait for Molly Bort to be sent for resuscitation.

“Christine White, did I tell you before you came in to see Molly that you weren’t allowed to divulge a single word of our relationship to Molly?” Baird Lane shook off Christine White’s hand.

Christine White took a step backwards, her back hitting the wall and she grunted muffled in pain, “You did, but I didn’t say anything to her either.”

“What about the necklace? Who told you to leave the house wearing a necklace?” Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Christine White was stunned by his comment and it took a moment for her mouth to open and find her voice, “You’re blaming me? You’re blaming me for Ms. Bort passing out because I was seen wearing this necklace?”

Baird Lane took a deep breath and didn’t answer, but the meaning was clear.

He was just blaming her!

Christine White was really angry and cried, “Who are you to blame me? When you gave me the necklace, you didn’t tell me that the necklace was originally for Ms. Bort, and you didn’t say anything after I wore it for so many days, but now that Ms. Bort has found it out you’re blaming me for it… don’t you think you’re being unfair?”

Her shoulders shrugged and her tears fell out in large chunks, and soon her makeup was smeared all over her face, especially the dark circles around her eyes, making her look pathetic and comical.

“Come on, stop crying!” Baird Lane pressed his brow and gave her a disgusted look.

She cried not only noisily, but also made his heart tug inexplicably along.

This uncontrolled emotion annoyed him!

Christine White sniffled and slowly stopped crying, “Give it back!”

She slapped the necklace into his hand.

“Christine White, what do you mean?” Baird Lane’s eyes darkened as he looked at the necklace whose chain had broken.

Christine White raised her sleeve and casually wiped a tear from her eye, “It means I don’t want this necklace, I’m returning it to its rightful owner!”

“Returning things to their rightful owners?” Baird Lane frowned.

Christine White gave a soft hmmm, her voice still choked from crying, “Isn’t this the necklace you were going to give to Miss Bort, what’s the matter with you giving it to me, you might as well give it to Miss Bort.”

“No!” Baird Lane handed the necklace back to her with a grimace, “Keep it for yourself, Molly wouldn’t want it again if someone else wore it.”

“But I won’t want it again either!” Christine White hung her head slightly, looking downcast, “You just said that Miss Bort won’t want another one that someone else has worn, and neither will I.”

She wasn’t sure why Baird Lane had given her the necklace.

All she knew was how happy she was to receive the necklace then, and how much she didn’t feel it in her heart now.

“Throw it away if you don’t want it!” Seeing Christine White so resistant to the necklace, Baird Lane spat out unhappily.

Christine White’s hand shook as she squeezed the necklace, “Threw it away?”

“I thought you didn’t want it, so why keep it, just throw it away.” Baird Lane straightened his cuffs and returned faintly.

“But …” Christine White hesitated.

She was not to think about it.

But throwing her couldn’t be done.

Especially with the value of this necklace, she simply couldn’t afford to throw it away, nor did she dare to do so!

“But what?” Baird Lane ruffled his eyelids lightly.

Christine White shook her head, “It’s okay, I’ll take this necklace back with me and put it in the jewelry display case, so if Ms. Bort asks, you can just take it to her.”

“Whatever!” Baird Lane looked at her steadily for several seconds and lifted his foot toward the door.

“Wait!” Christine White shouted to stop him.

Baird Lane paused, “What else do you want?”

“There’s a problem.” Christine White clasped her hands together nervously.

“What’s the problem?”

“About you and Miss Bort.” Christine White took a deep breath and gathered the courage to speak, “Baird, are you planning to get back together with Miss Bort?”

Baird Lane’s pupils snapped into a contraction and he turned his head in shock, “Christine White, do you know what you’re talking about?”

“I know.” Christine White bit her lower lip, “This question has been weighing on my mind for a long time, and I’ve been wanting to ask you since the moment I found out that you and Ms. Bort used to be boyfriend and girlfriend, Baird you tell me, are you …”

“Who told you that?” Baird Lane interrupted her grimly.

Christine White blinked blankly, “What?”

“I asked you who told you about the relationship Molly and I used to have?” Baird Lane repeated, the cold air around his body radiating outward like it didn’t need money.

“It’s Aunt Lucy …”

“What else did she tell you?”

“No, Aunt Lucy only told me that you had been together, she didn’t say anything else.” Christine White answered truthfully.

Baird Lane blushed a little better, but was still cold, “Christine White, I’d like you to refrain from prying into my past casually next time, do you understand?”

Hearing the warning in his words, Christine White nodded with a sigh, “… Okay, but I also want to know if you’re really planning on going out with Ms. Bort …”

“Nothing of the sort!” Baird Lane responded with pursed lips.

Christine White gave a surprised smile, “Is that true? You really don’t have that in mind?”

Baird Lane looked at her eyes that were full of expectation and did not contain a trace of impurity, his heart was softened in vain, and he actually thought she was a little bit cute.

He must be possessed!

Where’s the cuteness in this mediocre, average looking woman!

His face is still dirty as a flower cat.

Baird Lane shook his head to push down the weirdness and was about to say something when Ives Norton returned.

“You guys are really still here!”

Ives Norton’s appearance interrupts what Baird Lane is about to say.

Christine White was satisfied though she was a bit disappointed not to hear a confirmed answer.

At least what Baird Lane had just said, she’d heard clearly.

“What brings you over?” Baird Lane glanced disgustedly at the giggling Christine White and turned his attention to Ives Norton, asking with a serious face, “Is Molly all right?”

“The situation has stabilized for now, but …” Ives Norton suddenly became hesitant.

Baird Lane urged impatiently, “Come on, but what.”

“Okay I’ll say.” Ives Norton pushed up his glasses, “Molly Bort has definitely stabilized, but her white blood cells are out of control, so I mean surgery now, is that okay with you guys?”

He’s asking about you guys, but his eyes are on Christine White.

Christine White’s expression slowly solidified, “Surgery now?”

“Yes.” Ives Norton nodded.

Christine White pursed her lips, then forced up a smile, “I’m fine with that …”

“Then operate now!” Baird Lane hammered in.

“Well then, I’ll go and arrange the pre-surgical preparations now, so why don’t you go back to the ward, sister-in-law, and change into your scrubs.” Ives Norton mentioned.

Christine White gave a thin hmmm.

After Ives Norton left, Baird Lane looked at her sideways, “I’ll walk you up.”

“No need.” Christine White waved her hand and refused, “Why don’t you go and wait for Ms. Bort outside the operating room, I know you’re relieved to see her and you wanted to go just now, I was the one who held you back, go now and I’ll go back to the ward myself.”

When she finished, she walked past him with her head down.

Not two steps away, Baird Lane suddenly took her hand.