Seize His Little Wife

“I don’t know.” Christine White held her forehead in disgrace.

Debby York was stunned, “You didn’t know?”

“Well, I passed out in first class after I threw up, so I don’t know anything about the aftermath, but I guess the smack was there.” Christine White said sardonically.

She usually giggles or dresses rustic and he has to ooze disgust.

Just imagine the look on Baird Lane’s face when she threw up.

“That’s definitely there, after all, I was disgusted with you just now, but I kind of envy you.” Debby York sighed.

The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, “What’s there to envy.”

“Of course it’s first class, think about it, you fainted and weren’t sent back to the economy class, so it must be President Lane who kept you inside the first class, doesn’t that make people envious? Christine tell me, what’s it like inside the first class?” Debby York took her hand and asked urgently.

“First class ah …” Christine White thought back and was about to speak when out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a suitcase on the conveyor belt.

“Debby , let’s go back to the hotel and talk about it, get the luggage first.”

“Okay.” Debby York nodded.

The two men got their respective bags in hand and rushed off to meet the larger group.

By the time the two of them arrived, almost everyone had arrived, and Gates was arranging for the crowd to get on the bus.

Christine White followed Debby York and was about to get on the bus when Gates came over, “Secretary White, President Lane wants you to sit with him.”

Christine White retracted the one foot she had stepped out on, “Why?”

If she remembered correctly, Baird Lane wasn’t on a bus, it was a caravan that Gates had arranged specifically for her.

“President Lane said Secretary White isn’t feeling well, so he doesn’t have to go with everyone.” Gates replied with a smile.

Christine White looks over at Debby York.

Debby York waved her hand understandingly, “Go on, don’t waste it since it’s President Lane’s goodwill, I’ll take care of your luggage.”

When she finished, she lifted Christine White’s suitcase.

Christine White hurriedly thanked her, “Debby , please.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“It’s fine, when you are free in the future, just let me meet your husband, and by the way, let your husband treat me to dinner, but I am very curious about your husband, to be friends with President Lane, he must be a man of God, I really want to meet him.” Debby York said with great yearning.

Christine White smiled dryly and responded vaguely, “Okay, okay …”

“Then it’s a deal, we’ll see you at the hotel later, bye.”

“Bye-bye!”

The bus door closed and Christine White followed Gates in the other direction, where Baird Lane’s car was parked.

Gates led her to the car and knocked on the window, “President Lane.”

The window rolled down and Baird Lane’s cold face was exposed, “Get in!”

He gazed across the arbor in front of him and settled on Christine White.

Gates hurriedly moved a step to the side to let Christine White pass.

Christine White took two steps forward, pulled the car door open and got in, and took a few breaths into her hand.

“Cold?” Seeing her move, Baird Lane suddenly asked.

Christine White nodded, “Kind of, I didn’t realize the temperature was so low here.”

“Gates, turn the heat on.” Baird Lane instructed Gates, who had just sat in and was getting ready to drive.

“Okay.” Gates answered.

The warmth gradually came up and Christine White’s tense body relaxed, not so cold.

Still, Baird Lane took off his jacket and tossed it to her, “Put it on.”

Christine White stared at him blankly with her jacket, unresponsive.

Baird Lane frowned, “Christine White, did I not hear me when I told you to put it on?”

“I heard you.” Christine White bit her lip, “Just a little surprised.”

“Nothing to be surprised about, hurry up and put it on, if you get sick and grandpa asks, he’ll think I didn’t take care of you.” Baird Lane pinched the bridge of his nose and said in a cool voice.

Christine White slowly puts on his coat, muttering under her breath, “So you did it because of Grandpa.”

She thought it was because he was afraid she was cold that he gave her his jacket.

She was really overthinking it after all.

It was also true that he didn’t care about her, so how could he be nice to her without an agenda, but even so, she was still happy.

Christine White gathered her jacket together, smelling the lingering scent of men’s perfume on it, only to feel her entire being intoxicated and looking forward to the next few days in a different way.

No words on the way.

When they arrived at the hotel, Christine White opened the door to the car herself and got out without waiting for Gates to come over and open the door.

So that no one would think twice about it, she bowed right to Baird Lane and made a point of speaking with increased volume, “Thank you President Lane for thinking of me specifically.”

Baird Lane looked at the back of her head, his thin lips pursed, and his eyes glinted with something others couldn’t read.

“No thanks!” He spat out three words coldly, and then entered the hotel with Gates Mu.

Christine White stood upright and still had to trudge off to gather with the crowd and wait to be assigned a hotel room.

Debby York, who was on good terms with their manager, offered to share a room with Christine White, and their manager readily agreed.

Once the assembly was complete, Debby York came to Christine White pulling two suitcases, “Come on Christine, we’ll both live together.”

“Go.” Christine White picked up her bags.

The two checked in at the hotel front desk and a hotel staff member showed them to their room.

Christine White is the first time to live in the hotel, see everything is rare, even the luggage can not care about packing, he rushed to take out his newly purchased camera, will be the room all places to take a picture.

After taking the picture, he showed off his photo skills to Debby York.

Debby York looked at the pictures on her camera that weren’t exactly lucid and suddenly felt like she couldn’t even say a compliment against her will.

How in the world does a camera this good take such crappy pictures?

Debby York looked wordlessly at Christine White, who was still gloating, and smiled a forced smile.

Dang!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

As soon as Debby York heard this, she hurriedly pushed Christine White gently to the side, “Christine, look for yourself, someone’s coming, I’ll get the door.”

As soon as the door opened, Debby York exclaimed, “Assistant Gates?”

Christine White hears that the visitor is Gates and hurriedly puts her camera down and walks over.

Gates coming over out of the blue couldn’t have been for Debby York, so it could only have been for her.

Sure enough, when Gates saw her coming, her eyes immediately shifted from Debby York to her, “Secretary White, President Lane asked if you’re available right now.”

“Free, why?” Christine White asked rhetorically, standing behind Debby York.

Gates Mu pushed up her glasses, “Didn’t you throw up on the plane before? President Lane was worried about your health and specially asked me to find a doctor to take a look at you.”

“Christine, this is a good thing, President Lane cares so much about his employees, what a good boss, may I ask Assistant Gates, can I come along too?” Debby York put her face in front of Gates Mu, smiling fawningly.

Gates Mu frowned slightly and rejected her with a smile, “Secretary White can just go by herself, it’s better for you to go to your manager’s place to get the roadmap and itinerary schedule for this reunion.”

“Yeah Debby , or we won’t know what we’re going to do for a few days.” Christine White also advised.

Debby York gave her a sultry look and finally resigned herself to her fate, “Fine, then go and come back soon.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded and followed Gates.

Jomu took her to the senior suite at Baird Lane.

When she went in, all she saw was a foreign doctor in a white coat and no sign of Baird Lane.

“Assistant Gates, where’s Baird?” Christine White couldn’t find Baird Lane in all directions and couldn’t help but ask Gates Wood.