Seize His Little Wife

Cici Jagu’s body shivered and she turned her head in a hurry, seeing that it was Nana Dodge who had frightened her, an imperceptible glint of boredom crossed the bottom of her eyes, which passed in a flash, and she smiled, “It’s Nana ah.”

“It’s me, what are you doing here?” Nana Dodge put her hand down and asked again.

Cici Jagu craned her head in the direction Baird Lane had left, “Nana , you know what, I found the guy I was talking about.”

“What, no way?” Nana Dodge’s mouth dropped open in surprise, “You just got back and you found him?”

“Yeah.” Cici Jagu nodded with a smile, “I didn’t think it would be such a coincidence, I was thinking of asking someone to find out what city he was from, but I didn’t realize he was actually from here, Nana , do you think it’s destiny between me and him.”

Nana Dodge rubbed her chin, “Definitely, Cici , come on, I’m with you.”

“Thanks, I’ll get after him.” Cici Jagu clenched her fists with a determined look on her face.

Whoever that Ms. Camp was and whatever her relationship was to him, she wasn’t giving up.

Love is inherently selfish, and what she wants, she snatches.

A flash of ambition crossed Cici Jagu’s eyes at the thought.

Baird Lane, unaware that he was so thoroughly missed by a woman, pushed open the door of the box and entered.

Christine White whipped her head around to look at him, “Why are you so late?”

“It’s been a bit of a long time since we talked about working together, what’s wrong with him?” Baird Lane asked, frowning as he looked over at Ives Norton, who was already slumped over the table, already drunk.

Hugh Dong bristled, “Just made a bet with me, lost, and got drunk.”

“Yeah.” Baird Lane nodded his head, indicating that he knew, and left the question unanswered, walking over to Christine White and sitting down.

Christine White handed him a pair of chopsticks, “Eat something.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane smiled at her and reached for his food.

Yet after chucking it over, he gave it to Christine White, “You eat more.”

Christine White rubbed her small belly, “And eat, I’ve gained weight lately.”

“Yes?” Baird Lane looked at her.

Bess Camp nodded, “It does have a bit more meat on it than it did before we were married.”

“Look, my brother said so.” Christine White beamed.

Baird Lane’s eyes swept Bess Camp coldly, as if to chide him for not being able to speak.

Bess Camp also reacted then, girls don’t like to hear those words.

They can say they are fat, but they will never allow anyone to say they are fat.

So Bess Camp lowered her head and said nothing more.

Baird Lane then averted his eyes and stopped looking at him.

After the meal, a few people left the restaurant.

Ives Norton went over drunk and was sent back by Hugh Dong.

Who wants him to make a bet with Ives Norton and get someone drunk? Who’s he gonna send if not him?

Back at the old mansion, it was already saying ten o’clock at night.

Christine White and Baird Lane went to Bo’s room to check on him before they went to their own room to get cleaned up and rested.

The next day, Christine White went back to the office to hand over the rest of her work to Bess Camp.

By mid-afternoon, she was completely turned in and Bess Camp had left his company to get a visa and buy a plane ticket.

But before he left tomorrow, he had to stay for a party, The Dodge Family’s return banquet.

That invitation, Bess Camp got it too.

In the evening, Christine White came down from the second floor of the dress store wearing a long, red sheath gown.

Baird Lane was waiting for her in the waiting area on the first floor, and when he saw her arrive, a glint of wonder crossed his eyes, which quickly dissipated and was replaced by a slow unhappiness.

“This one’s no good.” He didn’t even wait for Christine White to ask before he just said it wasn’t good.

Christine White’s smile froze and she looked down at herself, “What’s wrong with it? I think it’s fine.”

“Too revealing.” Baird Lane said with a flick of his thin lips.

Christine White slid a few black lines down the corner of her forehead, “Come on, it’s a bustier alright.”

“No, get another one.” Baird Lane was unmoved, adamant she didn’t want her to wear this one.

The guides next to me couldn’t help but laugh.

Christine White knew that Baird Lane wasn’t antique, but didn’t like people looking at her, and couldn’t help but be good-natured and amused, “I’ve been choosing for so long before I picked it out, and you’re just going to let me change it… so, tell me, which one am I going to change it for?”

Hearing this, Baird Lane got up, walked over to the rows and rows of gowns, and began to select them.

Finally, he went down to a black gown against her, “This one.”

“This?” Christine White took it and unfolded it to look at it.

This time a one-shoulder gown, also long, and a long fishtail trailing to the ground, looking very feminine.

Christine White’s eyes lit up, “That’s beautiful, I can’t believe I didn’t even realize it just now, you have a good eye, husband.”

Baird Lane lifts his chin, a hint of smugness in his eyes at the compliment.

“Go change.” Baird Lane waved his hand.

Christine White hmmm’d and went back up to the second floor.

Soon she changed into her gown and came down with the hem of her dress.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane nodded in satisfaction, “That’s it.”

Christine White smiled in agreement, then thought of something and asked, “What about you?”

Baird Lane looked to the guides, “Go get me a set in the same style, but the shirt has to be white.”

“Yes!” Those guides answered and immediately went to do as they were told.

Christine White cocked her head in some confusion, “Why does the shirt have to be white?”

“Because white goes better with your black dress.” Baird Lane said as he bent down and straightened her skirt.

Christine White’s heart warmed, “You’re quite the romantic.”

Baird Lane’s thin lips curled lightly, “Thank you ma’am for the compliment.”

“Don’t be poor, who complimented you!” Christine White slapped his chest.

Baird Lane grabbed her hand, put it to his mouth and kissed it.

At that moment, those guides came over with a selection of men’s tuxedos.

Christine White took it and handed it to Baird Lane, “You try it soon too.”

Baird Lane nodded slightly and went to try on the dress.

Trying on the clothes came down and he handed her a bag of stuff.

Christine White took it curiously, “What’s this?”

“The tie and cufflinks you bought me abroad, you put them on for me.” Baird Lane said.

Christine White opened the bag and looked at it, sure enough, they were the ones she had bought abroad, and couldn’t help but be a little curious, “When did you bring them?”

“Before leaving the house.”

Christine White cried and laughed, “Okay, I’ll put it on you.”

With that, she pinned the cufflinks on him, then tied his tie and clipped the tie clip.

With that done, Christine White nodded in satisfaction, “My husband is so handsome.”

Baird Lane heard this and put his arm around her slender waist, “My wife is beautiful too.”

Christine White blushed, “Well, everyone’s watching, let’s go.”

Baird Lane also didn’t want to tease her in front of a large crowd and have people see how shy she was, so he coolly released her and led her to the front desk to check out, then left the dress store and got in his car to head to the banquet hotel.

The Dodge Family had sent someone to wait at the banquet gates, and as soon as they arrived, they warmly welcomed them in.

Once inside, Christine White sees Bess Camp.

“Honey, my brother’s over there, I’m going to go say hi to him.” Christine White pulled Baird Lane’s sleeve and whispered to him.

Baird Lane nodded, “Go ahead, I’ll go say hi to The Dodge Family man and come find you in a bit.”

The Dodge Family had given him the invitation, not her, and she could go or not.

Christine White waved her hand, “Go go go.”

Baird Lane stroked her hair and turned away.

At the entrance to the party, Nana Dodge stood with a glass in her hand, looking around from time to time as if looking for someone.

Cici Jagu came over, “Nana , waiting for your brother Baird?”