Chapter 100 More talk, more mistakes
She wasn’t a fool, so she naturally knew that Baird Lane’s clothes were expensive and couldn’t be washed with ordinary washing, and she couldn’t afford to pay for them in case they were ruined.
I should have known better than to say those things to him at the time …
Christine White heart regret, but things have been finalized, in addition to her hard head, how else can she find?
“Hey …” Sighing, Christine White retrieved a bag from a drawer and folded Baird Lane’s clothes into it, intending to ask Aunt Lucy for advice when she returned from work.
Aunt Lucy did Baird Lane’s laundry and should know what to do with it.
With that in mind, she settled down slightly and went back behind her desk to continue her work.
In the afternoon, when the end of the day comes.
Christine White then carried her clothes and prepared to go back to the cottage.
No sooner had she left the office than she bumped into Baird Lane.
He also came out of the office with a shirt on his arm.
“President Lane,” Christine White greeted.
Baird Lane looked toward her, “Off duty?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded.
“Back together.” Baird Lane got dressed and headed for the elevator.
Christine White froze for two seconds and hurriedly followed him, inquiring behind him in a whisper, “You’re going back to the villa too, you’re not going to the hospital?”
“What am I going to the hospital for?” Baird Lane pressed the elevator button.
Christine White looked around, “To see Miss Molly Bort, of course?”
Normally at this time of day, he left early just to be with Molly Bort at the hospital.
“Not going.” Baird Lane lifted his foot into the elevator.
Christine White stepped in as well, “Won’t Miss Molly Bort be upset?”
“I haven’t been there in two days.” Baird Lane stared back at the crack in the elevator door, blandly.
Christine White’s mouth opened in surprise, “Two days?”
“Well, I haven’t seen her since that time I talked it out with her, and I try to avoid seeing her.” Baird Lane’s eyes ran over her face for a moment.
Unless something was really wrong with Molly, he’d see her, otherwise, he’d try to stay away.
It’s about time Molly was aware of the fact that their relationship isn’t what it used to be.
“Since you haven’t been to see Molly Bort in the last two days, where have you been?” Instead of being pleased by Baird Lane’s words, Christine White was panicked.
He didn’t go to see Molly Bort and he didn’t go back to the cottage.
Does he want to move back to where he used to live, like before?
“I’m going back to the old mansion.” Baird Lane straightened his cuffs, “Ancestor’s Day is coming up, and there’s a lot of things waiting to be organized at the old mansion.”
“So you’re not moving back to your old place?” Christine White clasped her hands together in confirmation.
She suddenly felt like she had already experienced the ups and downs of life in just one minute.
“I didn’t move back.” Baird Lane nodded, “What, you thought I moved out?”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
“Hmmm …” Christine White head nodded.
The corners of Baird Lane’s mouth quirked up slightly, “So you want me to move back in?”
“Of course not!” Christine White answered back immediately without thinking.
Baird Lane wrapped his arms around her and looked at her with good humor, “Why?”
“Because … Because I’m not pregnant.” She thought for a moment and held her tongue.
Baird Lane instantly went cold, “Christine White, so I’m just a sowing tool in your mind!”
“No!” Christine White was stunned for a moment and hurried to explain, “That’s not what I meant, I meant …”
“Okay, I don’t want to hear it.” Baird Lane pursed his lips and interrupted her.
Christine White’s lips moved, wanting to continue to explain clearly, but looking at his expressionless face, in the end nothing came out.
That’s not really what she wanted to say, but I love you and I want to live with you.
But she didn’t have the self-confidence to say it, afraid that he wouldn’t believe it and wouldn’t care about her feelings, which is why she changed her tone and said the words she just said.
Without realizing it, he was offended again.
Christine White knocked her head in chagrin, exasperated by herself, what a lot of talk!
Ding!
The elevator is at the station.
Baird Lane steps out on his long legs and Christine White follows close behind, following him towards the parking area.
Walking over to the car, she pulled open the door and got in, fastening her seatbelt while surreptitiously checking out the man beside her.
The man still had that cold look, unable to tell if he was happy or angry.
But Christine White knew that in his heart he must still be angry with her.
“Baird …”
“Shut up!” Baird Lane sneered.
Christine White’s body trembled and hurriedly shut her mouth, dutifully not daring to say anything.
Baird Lane put it in gear and started the car.
The journey was uneventful, and it was already seven o’clock when we returned to the villa.
Christine White was vaguely hungry, so it was good that Aunt Lucy had prepared dinner early.
After dinner, Baird Lane left her alone in the parlor and went upstairs.
Christine White’s little mouth pouted slightly, “Still pissed off …”
Aunt Lucy heard this and asked curiously, “Ma’am, did you have a fight with Mr.?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Then why haven’t you guys said a word tonight.” Aunt Lucy looked upstairs.
Christine White lowered her eyes justifiably, “Because I made a stupid mistake and said something that offended him.”
“What’s the word?”
Christine White bit her lip and didn’t answer.
How could she say those words.
Aunt Lucy smiled softly when she didn’t say anything, “If you don’t want to talk about it, forget it, I’ll clean up the kitchen.”
“Wait Aunt Lucy,” Christine White was busy calling out to her.
Aunt Lucy paused, “Anything else ma’am?”
“There.” Christine White picked up the bag on the couch, “I got Baird’s shirt dirty, it’s got a lot of coffee on it, but I don’t know what to do with it, Aunt Lucy do you have any ideas?”
“Let me see how dirty it is first.” Aunt Lucy took the bag and removed the clothes.
After reading it, she mused for a few seconds, “It’s okay, it’s not particularly serious.”
“So it’s washable?” Christine White looked at her in surprise.
Aunt Lucy hmmm’d, “Yes, I’ll wash it.”
“No way!” Christine White snatched the dress back in her arms, “I’m the one who soiled it, I’ll just wash it myself, Aunt Lucy you tell me how.”
Aunt Lucy looked at the expression on her face when she hugged the dirty clothes, as if she was hugging some rare treasure, and immediately smiled knowingly, “Okay, okay, I’ll tell you, listen, ah, first soak it in warm water for half an hour …”
Aunt Lucy told Christine White about the cleaning method, which Christine White took to heart carefully.
Once Aunt Lucy was back in the kitchen, she immediately ran to the laundry room to practice herself.
After struggling hard for about an hour or so, Baird Lane’s clothes were finally cleaned.
Christine White looked at the shirt, which had been restored to white, and a wave of pride hit her.
And I wonder if Baird Lane will compliment her when he sees it?
Thinking about it, Christine White couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anticipation in the back of her mind.
She carefully hung the clothes out to dry and wiped her hands as she walked out of the laundry room.
In the living room, Aunt Lucy saw her return and immediately beckoned, “Ma’am come over here, I’ll take your measurements.”
“Size?” Christine White walked over to her with a full head of steam.
Aunt Lucy took a soft ruler and measured her, “Yes, The Lane Family has to wear special clothes for ancestor worship and you don’t have any, ma’am, so I’ll take your measurements and have them ordered.”
“So it is.” Christine White understood and stretched her arms so that Aunt Lucy could measure more easily.
“Okay.” Aunt Lucy finished her measurements and grabbed a pen and paper aside to record them.
Christine White shook off her somewhat sore arms and walked over to the couch and sat down, pouring herself a glass of water, “By the way Aunt Lucy, I haven’t asked you yet what I should do for The Lane Family ancestor offering.”