Seize His Little Wife

“It was broken three years ago.” Baird Lane lit himself a cigarette.

Ives Norton saw it and reached out for one as well, “And what’s the point of what you’ve been doing all this time?”

“What do you mean?” Baird Lane exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at him indifferently.

Ives Norton flicked the ashes of his cigarette, “Of course it’s the way you’ve been treating Molly Bort all this time, if I didn’t know all about it I’d think you were together behind Christine White’s back.”

“Nothing of the sort.” Baird Lane dropped his eyes and spoke faintly.

Ives Norton laughed, “Of course I know there isn’t, but your behavior towards her, such as those intimate gestures and too much concern, had to be thought of more than once.”

Baird Lane took a drag on his cigarette and didn’t say anything.

Ives Norton asked, “Why did you suddenly figure out to tell her that.”

Baird Lane still didn’t say anything.

Ives Norton rolled his eyes, “Okay, playing deaf and dumb huh?”

“What the hell are you trying to say?” Baird Lane frowned impatiently.

Ives Norton shrugged, “Didn’t want to say anything, just wanted to ask you why you didn’t say any of this to her in the first place, do you realize that the way you’ve been treating her all this time has led her to think that there’s still a chance for you two to get back together.”

“I’m not getting back together.” Baird Lane faded back.

He is well aware that he is now married to Christine White.

As for Molly, the past is the past.

Even if he hadn’t completely let her go in his heart, he wouldn’t have anything more to do with Molly.

“You are not going to, does not mean that people do not think so, Molly Bort s nature …” Speaking of this, Ives Norton seemed to have thought of something, his eyes suddenly cold for a split second, “Forget it, don’t say it, anyway, pay more attention to yourself, protect Christine White.”

“Protection?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “You mean Molly will target Christine White?”

“That’s what you said yourself, anyway, I’ve reminded you of my words, whether you believe me or Molly Bort, you decide for yourself, just don’t regret it when the time comes.” Ives Norton put out his cigarette.

Baird Lane turned his gaze across the street to the door of Molly Bort’s hospital room, “I’m sure Molly wouldn’t, she’s very kind.”

Ives Norton slipped and barely stayed on his feet.

Kindness?

If Molly Bort, a woman, was considered good, there would be no evil in the world!

“All right, then, take care of yourself.” Ives Norton skinned and patted Baird Lane on the shoulder.

Baird Lane’s shoulders shook and he shook his hand right off, “Isn’t your patient in a hurry?”

“Patient?” Ives Norton froze, then snapped to the stethoscope hanging around his neck and blanched, “I’ll go, I almost forgot, Baird, I can’t stay with you, I’ll go first.”

He darted in the direction of the elevator.

“Stupid!” Baird Lane stifled a venomous remark as he watched his windy back.

Patients are out of luck when it comes to such forgetful doctors!

Silently finishing a cigarette in his hand, Baird Lane looked again at Molly Bort’s hospital room, but finally did not step inside, dropping the cigarette and leaving the hospital.

He returns to the villa and Aunt Lucy sees him and thinks she’s mistaken.

“Sir, what brings you back so soon?”

“What about Christine White?” Baird Lane asked without answering.

Aunt Lucy pointed upstairs, “Mrs. went to her room to rest shortly after you left, she shouldn’t be awake yet.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d and lifted his foot up the stairs.

He pushed open the door to his room and stepped in gently, stopping by the bed.

Christine White lay sleeping soundly on the soft queen-sized bed, her body curled up slightly, looking especially small and protective.

Baird Lane slowly took a seat at the edge of the hospital bed and reached up to pin the hair from her face behind her ear, exposing the full extent of her small, slap-happy face to his eyes.

Not exactly beautiful, but only a phrase that could be described as clear and attractive.

Before, he couldn’t bring himself to look at her face with even a hint of interest, but now, he realized it didn’t seem so unappealing to look at her anymore.

“Hmmm …” The woman on the bed suddenly stifled a grunt.

Baird Lane hurriedly withdrew his hand.

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Her sleeping posture is no longer curled up, but rather a big grin with her arms and legs wide open, the four words “sleeping without a sleeping face” were expressed by her, the quilt was kicked far away from her, and half of it fell to the ground.

At the sight, Baird Lane’s veins jumped at the corners of his forehead, and he blacked out as he picked the covers up and re-covered her.

Maybe the air conditioning in the room was a little too hot for her, and she was hot, and the quilt was kicked off again not even a few seconds after it was put on her.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips into a straight line and stared at her fixedly for a moment, holding back his patience as he tucked the covers back over Christine White again.

This time he didn’t let go immediately after he covered it, but held the corner of the quilt and pressed it down hard, and when he sensed that she was kicking the quilt again, he coldly uttered, “Don’t go to sleep if you kick again!”

Christine White was awakened and opened her eyes to a cool, cold face.

She froze for a couple of seconds before responding with a somewhat uncertain shout, “Baird?”

“Get up now that you’re awake.” Baird Lane said in a faint voice as he loosened the corners of the covers, all without a hint of guilt for waking someone else’s sleep.

“It’s really you!” Christine White exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.

Baird Lane picks out, “If not me, who do you think?”

“Uh …” The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, “That’s not what I meant, I’m just surprised you’re back all of a sudden, aren’t you at work?”

“I came back with something I wanted to say to you.” Baird Lane straightened his cuffs.

Christine White sat up, “What’s the word?”

“I made a trip to the hospital to see Molly,” Baird Lane said, looking her in the eye.

Christine White’s expression was slightly stunned, the bottom of her eyes spent a hint of despair, “Well …”

He went to the hospital to comfort Molly Bort, I believe.

After all, Molly Bort was pissed off at her, and he loved Molly Bort so much, how could he not go and see.

“Aren’t you curious as to what what I’m going to say to you has to do with going to see her?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White put her head down, “How should I know, just tell me straight.”

Baird Lane pursed his lips, “I told her we’d never be able to do it again.”

“What?” Christine White jerked her head up, “Did you … really told her that?”

Isn’t he still in love with Molly Bort?

She knew he’d said nothing would happen with Molly Bort, but it wasn’t to Molly Bort.

Isn’t he afraid that Molly Bort will be upset if he says that now?

“Well, those are words I should have said to her a long time ago, but I didn’t realize it.” Baird Lane dropped his eyelids.

Because he hasn’t let go of Molly in his heart, he will subconsciously make some intimate gestures towards her.

If it hadn’t been for Ives Norton and Grandpa and the rest of them mentioning it, he probably wouldn’t even notice now if he was doing the right thing or not.

“But what about Miss Molly Bort?” Christine White asked carefully.

Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “What happened to Molly?”

“Don’t you love it when you say that to her and it upsets her?”

Baird Lane was silent for a few seconds, “It’s better to be sad now than later.”

Christine White laughed.

Baird Lane looked at her, “What are you laughing at?”

“I’m glad.” She returned.

Baird Lane leaned over the bed, “Happy about what.”

“Of course it’s those words you said to Ms. Molly Bort… In fact, I’ve been mindful of Ms. Molly Bort’s existence ever since she showed up.” Christine White took a deep breath and boldly spoke the words that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Mind?”

“Well, since you’re my husband, I mind other women around you.” Christine White replied with a handshake.

Hearing this from her, Baird Lane felt a sudden and indescribable joy in his heart, but on the surface he was still as indifferent as ever, “It’s only because of that reason that you mind, nothing else?”