Seize His Little Wife

Christine White had slept late last night, and now with all the noise, her temples were throbbing a few times and her brain was buzzing uncomfortably.

She didn’t open her eyes, just rolled over and nudged the man beside her, her voice hazy, “The phone’s here, answer it.”

Baird Lane opened his eyes and reached for his cell phone, hanging it up without looking at it before patting Christine White on the back, “No more noise now, go back to sleep, I’m going out to return a call.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded carelessly, pulled the covers over her head, and went back to sleep.

Baird Lane gingerly got out of bed, grabbed the bathrobe on the nightstand and draped it over him, and headed for the balcony.

Stepping outside onto the balcony, a fresh breeze hit him, dispelling the sleepiness from his entire being.

It was then that he lifted his cell phone and checked the call log to see who had just called.

At that look, his brow furrowed, then he called back, “I thought I told someone to follow Nigel around, what are you calling me for?”

The caller was none other than Gates.

Gates shrugged his shoulders in aggravation, “President Lane, it was President Lane Jr. who told me to contact you.”

The little President Lane he was talking about was Hugh Dong.

Nowadays Hugh Dong has long been renamed Nigel Lane, so to the outside world it is called Hugh Dong Jr. President Lane.

“What the hell?” Baird Lane rubbed his brow.

Gates coughed softly and returned, “It’s like this, just now young President Lane was presented with two invitations, one from young President Lane himself and one from you, President Lane.”

“What invitation?” Baird Lane frowned.

Gates pushed his glasses back and said, “It’s a party invitation, The Dodge Family will be returning home soon and has now selected a mid-rise office building downtown to serve as the company’s headquarters, so they’ve handed out invitations inviting executives from all major corporations to come and join them.”

To put it bluntly, The Dodge Family is just trying to tell the crowd that they’re back and want to show their face in the ring.

Baird Lane pursed his lips and snorted coldly, “They’re as good as it gets, when’s the party?”

“It’s early, next month, because none of them have been back home yet.” Gates replied.

Baird Lane sneered, “That’s pretty aggressive to be handing out invitations now for a party next month.”

“May it not die, President Lane are you going to attend then?” Gates inquired.

Baird Lane lifted his chin, “Go, The Dodge Family old man and grandpa were close back in the day, I can’t say no, just to say hello.”

“I see, I’ll reply then.” Gates nodded.

Baird Lane hmmm’d.

The call ended and he put his cell phone down and went back to his room, heading for the king-sized bed.

Walking over to the bed, Baird Lane looked down at the woman still sleeping like a baby on the bed and attached himself to the woman’s face and gave her a kiss.

The woman stirred with some feeling, then opened her eyes and yawned at the man above her.

The man touched her forehead, “Awake?”

“You woke me up.” Christine White rolled her eyes.

She just who’s just right and was dreaming when she suddenly felt wet and moist on her face and woke up.

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “I’m sorry, why don’t you go back to sleep?”

“Not sleeping.” Christine White sat up and shook her head, “Are you done calling?”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane sat down on the edge of the bed.

Christine White threw her hands in the air and stretched, “Who’s calling?”

“Gates.”

“What was said? It’s not like the group is up to something, is it?” Christine White asked, looking at him.

If something happened to the group, then it was time to go back from their honeymoon trip.

Seemingly reading the thoughts in Christine White’s mind, Baird Lane shook his head with a light smile, “The group is fine, it’s just a party invitation.”

Then he spilled the beans on the call.

Christine White bristled with little interest when she heard it had to do with that The Dodge Family again, “Am I going to be there then?”

“You’re my wife, of course you’re going.” Baird Lane nods.

Christine White laughed, “That’s fine, I’m just in time to see who that Nana Dodge really is.”

Baird Lane lost his smile when he heard this and pinched her nose, “Okay, I’ll show you a good time then, get up, aren’t you hungry?”

“Hungry, shall we go out for Chinese food?” Christine White rubbed her stomach.

Baird Lane held her clothes out to her, “All according to you.”

“Thanks hubby.” Christine White gave two cheeky grins and took the dress to change into.

After the couple washed up, they left the hotel hand in hand and went to Chinese Street for Chinese food.

The two of them came to one of the most luxurious Chinese restaurants on Chinese Street, and when they went in, they found that there were still a lot of people inside, so they thought that the taste should be good.

“Hello, two?” A waiter came to the two and asked with a smile.

Hearing the language of her homeland in a distant land, Christine White instantly felt doubly at home and responded with the same smile and nod, “Yes, both of you.”

“So will you two be sitting in the lobby or the booths?” The waiter asked again.

Christine White looks over at Baird Lane.

She can sit anywhere, mostly him.

He has always disliked these crowded environments and should not be sitting in the lobby.

Frustrated, Baird Lane pursed his lips and spat out two words, “Box.”

“Then both of you please follow me.” The waiter made a gesture of invitation.

Christine White took hands with Baird Lane and followed her, heading for the box.

When he got to the booth, the waiter handed over the menu.

Baird Lane didn’t even look at it, just handed it straight down to Christine White to order.

Christine White didn’t bother with him, flipping through the menu and looking at it.

At this point, Baird Lane suddenly stood up.

Christine White looked over at him, “What’s wrong?”

“Going to the restroom.” Baird Lane replied.

Christine White nodded, “Go on then, I’ll wait here.”

“Good.” Baird Lane answered, lifting his foot out of the booth and heading for the restroom.

After using the restroom, he washed his hands and headed out the door.

Just outside the restroom, a rush of footsteps suddenly came.

The owner of the footsteps was a very pretty woman, but at the moment the woman had a terrified expression on her face, and while running, she looked back every now and then, as if someone was chasing her.

Suddenly, the woman saw Baird Lane, who had come out of the restroom and was wiping his hands with a handkerchief, and her eyes lit up as if she had seen her savior, and she rushed to Baird Lane, embraced him, and buried her head in his arms.

Baird Lane froze for a moment, then looked down at the woman in his arms, his face grim to the bone, “Let go!”

Not letting go, the woman looked up, and after being stunned for a moment by his handsome face, she quickly came to her senses and prayed, “Sir, please help me, someone is chasing me.”

“That’s your business, and I say again, let go!” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes dangerously, coldly.

The woman shook her head, still not letting go, “Sir, don’t be so desperate, for the sake of us being from the same country, help me this once, please!”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Like I said, that’s your business, I’m not obligated to help you, and since you won’t let go, don’t blame me.” Baird Lane sneered and was about to make a move to push the woman away.

Suddenly, the woman reached out for the sound of footsteps again, very messy, or several.

Soon the footsteps were getting closer and a couple of tall men came around the corner.

After the woman’s afterglow saw it, she was so scared that her blood color was gone, squeezed her palms, and after a look of exemption crossed her eyes, she wrapped her arms around Baird Lane’s neck, stood on tiptoe, and was about to kiss him.

Baird Lane’s pupils shrank, how could he not expect this woman to be so bold as to not only stop him here and hug him, but now to kiss him!

It’s an abomination.

A harsh light flashed in Baird Lane’s eyes and he violently cupped the woman’s face in one hand.