Seize His Little Wife

“Back?” Baird Lane spat out in a light voice as he put down the papers in his hands.

“Uh-huh.” Christine White closed the door and walked over, “I thought you went back to headquarters? How come you’re back so soon too?”

Instead of answering her question, Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and questioned, “What’s going on with you and Ives Norton?”

“Ives Norton?” said Christine White, pausing for a second as she put her medicine bag away, “What’s going on?”

Baird Lane stared at her with cold eyes for several moments before he grunted and flung his cell phone at her.

Christine White looked down to see a picture on her cell phone screen.

In the photo she and Ives Norton are standing opposite each other, her hand is resting on his chin while he looks at her with a smile on his face.

The angle of this whole photo is extremely intimate and ambiguous, so people have to think elsewhere.

If she hadn’t been one of the subjects of the photo, she would have suspected the relationship between the two people in the photo as well.

“Ms. Bort sent you this?” Christine White handed the phone back to Baird Lane, her face now calm except for a moment of surprise when she first saw the picture.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane didn’t understand what she was calming.

Shouldn’t she be panicking?

Baird Lane brought the phone back, his face hard, “Don’t you care who sent me this, just answer me, what the hell is going on with you and Ives Norton?”

“It’s like this …” Christine White sighed and told the general story of what happened.

She hadn’t intended to hide it from him.

“Just like that?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes as he listened.

This look of distrust in his eyes caused Christine White’s heart to ache and her lip to bite up, “Yes. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Dr. Norton, I think he has surveillance in his office.”

“I believe you.”

“What?” Christine White’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He he he … He actually said he believed her!

“Baird, do you really believe me?” She asked again in disbelief.

Baird Lane gave an unpleasant hmmm.

Ives Norton knew about the surveillance in his office.

Since she had the nerve to say something about watching the surveillance.

Naturally, he had no more reason to suspect that she had anything to do with Ives Norton.

“Strange, so strange …” Christine White muttered with a somewhat subtle expression.

Baird Lane heard and his brow furrowed, “What’s too weird?”

Christine White swallowed, “Baird, didn’t Miss Bort say anything when she sent you the picture?”

“No, just a picture.” Baird Lane returned.

All he felt when he saw the picture was blinding.

Even just left the unfinished business at headquarters and came back.

Then it’s been sitting around waiting, trying to ask what happened between her and Ives Norton.

“This isn’t right …” Christine White clasped her palms together.

This is not at all like Molly Bort’s operation.

In her opinion, Molly Bort should have posted the photo and then made up a trumped up story to smear her and Ives Norton, but now Baird Lane is saying that Molly Bort only posted one photo.

Baird Lane shouldn’t have lied or he wouldn’t have said he believed her, could Molly Bort be holding back something big?

Thinking about it, a wave of alarm rose in Christine White’s heart, and her whole being became a little suspicious.

Baird Lane saw this and tapped his desk impatiently, “Christine White, what the hell are you talking about that’s not right and that’s not right?”

Christine White gave him a look, “Nothing, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Hearing her words, Baird Lane’s heart surged with a flash of anger, his expression icy and temperatureless.

“Fine, I won’t ask about your business, but please tell me if I said anything about keeping away from other men? Even if you hit Ives Norton, is it necessary to touch him in such a way to make sure he’s not hurt?”

“I …” Christine White choked in her throat and rose speechless.

She had actually meant to say that she hadn’t meant to touch it, that Ives Norton had put her hand on it.

But then when she thought about it, Ives Norton had put her hand on it fine, but it was quickly released, and she was really touching herself in the back, she couldn’t say anything.

Seeing Christine White looking like she was in the wrong, the anger in Baird Lane’s heart became more and more intense, and relatively, the expression on his face also became more and more cold.

“Christine White, are you that desperate to be close to another man?” His hand, resting on the table, writhed tightly.

Christine White was stunned by his taunting remark, and for a moment froze there for a long time before coming back to her senses.

When she came back to her senses, her eyes reddened, “Baird Lane, are you talking like a human being? What do you mean I want to be close to another man and that’s what you think of me?”

Baird Lane’s thin lips had pursed into a straight line, “It’s not that I want to think of you that way, it’s what you’ve done!”

Christine White almost cried with anger and took a deep breath to keep herself from actually crying, “I admit, I was wrong to touch Dr. Norton’s chin, but I’m definitely not what you think I am, and I haven’t done anything to wrong you!”

She didn’t even count on him being so nice to Molly Bort.

Instead, he was still angry that she had contact with other men.

How come I didn’t realize before that he double standards so badly!

Baird Lane’s heart inexplicably softened a bit as he looked into Christine White’s red eyes, only his face still had that cold look, “I hope so!”

He got up with his pockets in and headed out the door.

Christine White lifted her sleeve and wiped her eyes, following him out.

When she reached the door, she summoned the courage to call out to him again, “Baird.”

Baird Lane stopped and looked at her with a slight sideways glance, waiting for her next words.

Christine White inhaled softly, “Will you be fair to me?”

“Fair?” Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed, “What do you want fair?”

“It’s simply that you said you wouldn’t get back together with Miss Molly Bort, so while you’re asking me to stay away from other men, could you not be a little more careful yourself?”

“What did you tell me to look out for?” Baird Lane’s face sank.

Christine White tightened her grip and looked up at the man, “Distance as well, of course Miss Molly Bort is ill and I have no objection to you taking care of her, but some intimate gestures, I don’t suppose that would be necessary?”

She’d heard Ives Norton say that he’d hugged Molly Bort.

If he’s determined not to make up with Molly Bort, why the snuggling?

“You care?” Baird Lane didn’t immediately agree, but the look he gave her became much darker.

Christine White nodded her head and admitted it graciously, “Yes, I care, no woman can accept her husband, being so attached to another woman, especially if that woman, is her husband’s ex, Baird do you know what I mean?”

Baird Lane’s eyelids half-converged and he did not speak.

Christine White couldn’t guess what he was thinking at the moment, and was vaguely worried that he was angry.

But she had no intention of stopping there; after all, the words were out of her mouth and she was ready to go out on a limb.

“Baird, I’m the one who’s your wife now, I know you don’t have any feelings for me, but I’d like you to at least show me some decency, you’re the one who said you had no intention of getting back together with Miss Bort, so don’t embarrass me so much.”

“What if I said that I had plans to get back together with her?” Baird Lane spat out slowly as his eyelids flicked up.

Christine White’s small face instantly turned white, and her heart felt as if it had been viciously plucked out, so painful that she couldn’t breathe.

She grabbed her shirt by the chest and took a few big breaths before she managed to calm herself down a little.

“If you want to get back together with her … can, I’ll make way for Ms. Bort if you talk to Grandpa and he doesn’t object!”

“What did you say?” Baird Lane’s pupils constricted, and cold air spilled out around him.