Seize His Little Wife

“Facetious?” Christine White froze.

Leo Bort gave a sad smile, “Yes, you look like a deceased person I’ve met, and if my deceased person hadn’t passed away, I would have thought you were her daughter …”

He was a little startled when he came in just now.

This girl, she looks too much like Aning too.

Especially her eyes, which were practically carved out of the same mold as Anin’s.

“That … Mr. Chi, who is the deceased person you are talking about?” Christine White asked with a curious blink.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and didn’t say anything, just scrutinized Leo Bort, obviously wanting to know the answer to that as well.

Leo Bort, however, waved his hand without answering, “It’s all in the past, and the man passed away over twenty years ago, so let’s not talk about it!”

“Okay.” Christine White could see the deep pain hidden under his eyes and understandably didn’t ask any more questions, guessing in her heart that the person would be his former lover or closest relative.

“It’s getting late.” Leo Bort looked at his watch and patted his pants and stood up, “Baird, I’ll be off then.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered coolly.

Leo Bort sighed mentally when he saw that he had no intention of getting up to see him off.

It looks like Baird and Molly are really out of the picture.

Otherwise this attitude wouldn’t be so cold.

You should know that Baird used to treat him, his father-in-law, with a lot of respect, unlike now, when he shouts “uncle” without a trace of warmth.

Thinking of this, Leo Bort, even if he loved his daughter more than anything else, couldn’t help but feel a surge of resentment towards her in his heart.

After Leo Bort left, Christine White looked at Baird Lane and asked, “Baird, is Ms. Bort awake?”

“Not yet, will wake up in the night.” Baird Lane replied tersely.

Christine White hesitated, “So you’ll be there with her at night?”

Baird Lane would have replied that he would, but suddenly, at the sight of her bleak eyes, his mind faltered and he was somewhat speechless.

After a couple seconds, his thin lips flicked up, “It depends.”

Unbeknownst to him, this answer of his was no different than an affirmative answer in Christine White’s case.

She let out a soft oh and stopped talking, seeming to be in a bit of a bad mood.

Baird Lane didn’t know what she was upset about and didn’t ask, saying straight out, “Grandpa called you yesterday.”

“Grandpa?” Christine White looked at him, “What does Grandpa want with me?”

“Nothing important, just asking why you haven’t gone back to dinner yet.”

Christine White remembered, she had promised to accompany the old man for dinner in the evening before she went to Tang Group yesterday.

“So what did you tell Grandpa?” She grabbed one of his hands.

Baird Lane cast a sidelong glance, his eyes flickered slightly, and instead of pulling his hand out, he let her grab it, “Said you had another stomach bug and went into the hospital.”

“That’s good.” Christine White sighed in relief.

She was afraid that he would just give her random reasons just to be perfunctory.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, given his cold, heavy and trouble-hating nature.

“Grandpa also said he’d come by later to see you.” Baird Lane flung out another startling remark.

Christine White was anxious, “But how am I supposed to meet with Grandpa in my current condition?”

It’s not like she really had a stomach bug.

What kind of person has a stomach bug and can’t move while lying in bed?NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

The old man started from nothing and created a huge The Lane Family, even in his old age, he is not a good person to be fooled, come over and take a look, it would be strange if you don’t see something.

“Baird, can’t you make Grandpa not come?” Christine White grimaced bitterly.

Baird Lane, however, was calm and flicked his eyelids, “Grandpa’s coming, and it only makes us look more suspicious if I stop it, so you’ll just have to play the part so he doesn’t notice what you’ve done with the surgery.”

“But where’s my acting skills!” Christine White was on the verge of tears.

“No acting skills, and you can’t pretend to be asleep?” Baird Lane squinted at her.

Christine White’s expression lurched.

Yeah, she could have pretended to be asleep!

Thinking about this, she immediately calmed down, not only did she not panic anymore, but she even had a little bit of joy inside.

This is her teaming up with Baird Lane to tease the old man.

I’m a little sorry for the old man, but it’s really exciting.

It felt like they had a shared secret they couldn’t tell, and she was somewhat looking forward to the old man’s arrival.

Christine White pulled back the covers and stifled a giggle.

Baird Lane raised his eyebrows slightly, “What are you laughing at?”

“Nothing, thought of something funny. “Christine White smiled at him.

Baird Lane, not interested in knowing what she was thinking, heard his cell phone ring in his pocket, pulled it out and started to answer it.

Two minutes later, he put away his cell phone and stood up.

Christine White eyed him, “You’re leaving?”

“Well, back at the office, Hugh Dong went over.” Baird Lane patiently answered her back.

Christine White smiled, “Go on then, be safe on the road.”

“I know.” Baird Lane spoke all over again as he straightened the creases in his suit, “You can call me if anything comes up, and also I’ll come over as soon as I’m done with the partnership.”

“Good.” Christine White’s eyes curved.

Baird Lane gave her a look and turned away.

In fact, he wasn’t sure why he had deliberately said that latter sentence to her.

But seeing the way she smiled, it seemed like that would be fine.

Shortly after Baird Lane left the hospital, Sr.

Christine White closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep like she said she would before.

Sure enough, when the old man saw that she didn’t wake up, he didn’t stay long before he left, and before he left, he only instructed Aunt Lucy to take good care of her.

Aunt Lucy would have loved to tell the truth about Miss White’s hospitalization, but thinking of Mister’s warning, she finally held back.

“Aunt Lucy, is Grandpa gone?” No more movement was heard in the hospital room before Christine White peeled back the covers to reveal a pair of dripping eyes out.

Aunt Lucy looked at her with amusement as she returned, “Don’t worry ma’am, the master has already left.”

“Great.” Christine White exhaled softly, “That was suffocating.”

“Oh, who told you, Mistress, to pretend to be asleep to deceive His Lordship, and to cover your face for fear that you wouldn’t look like you were pretending.”

“Well, I can’t help it, if I don’t, Grandpa will definitely see right away that I’m pretending to be asleep.” Christine White ruffled the hair from her face and said helplessly.

“That’s true, but ma’am, it’s not right for you and mister to hide it from the master like this, sooner or later the master will find out.” Aunt Lucy was a little worried, “And what will you do then?”

Christine White was silent for a moment, “Mostly Baird doesn’t want to tell Grandpa, so I’ll just go along with it, and as for when that time comes, well, that’s when we’ll see.”

“Of course Mr. doesn’t want his lordship to know, his lordship hates The Bort Family people the most, if his lordship knows that Mr. is letting you, Madam, donate your bone marrow for the sake of that The Bort Family person, it would be strange if he doesn’t whip Mr. with a horsewhip.” Aunt Lucy skimmed her mouth.

Christine White’s eyes widened, “Seriously? A horsewhip?”

“Of course it’s true; the master beat the gentleman three years ago.”

“God!” Christine White covered her mouth.

Baird Lane was actually horsewhipped by the old man.

“Well, let’s not talk about that, too hungry?” Aunt Lucy was afraid that if she said too much, she would accidentally reveal something she shouldn’t, so she hastily changed the topic, and took a bowl of lean pork porridge out of the thermos, stirring it while blowing it.

“I just asked Dr. Norton specifically, Mistress, you can simply eat something light, and after all the anesthesia has passed, you can take tonic, and then I’ll stew big bone soup for you every day, so that you can get your body well sooner.”

“Okay, thanks Aunt Lucy,” Christine White was both touched and a little weepy inside.

After eating the porridge, Christine White felt some strength in her body, it didn’t even hurt that much, and her mood couldn’t help but improve, “By the way Aunt Lucy, did my mom ever look for me?”