Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane dropped his briefcase and headed for the kitchen, when he reached the kitchen door he stopped suddenly and stood there looking inside in surprise.

The person who did the cooking turned out to be Christine White!

Christine White, wearing an apron, was working non-stop around the stove, the kitchen knife in her hand slicing with a clang.

Her head was slightly bowed downward, revealing her slender swan neck, making her already white skin even whiter under the light.

Baird Lane stared for a moment, the knot in his throat sliding twice, his body vaguely tingling.

He was actually reacting to this woman, again, for the third time!Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Unable to figure out why this was, Baird Lane tugged at the tie around his neck in annoyance and shouted in a low, suppressed voice, “Christine White!”

Suddenly hearing a man’s voice, Christine White jumps in shock and almost cuts her hand.

But she couldn’t care about that, and hurriedly turned back in surprise, “You’re back?”

She thought, he’s not coming back!

Baird Lane hmmmed in a cool tone, his eyes falling on the pot behind her, “What are you cooking?”

“Cook the pasta, I haven’t had dinner yet.” Christine White returned, wiping her hands on her apron.

Baird Lane frowned, “Why are you the one cooking, where’s Aunt Lucy?”

“Aunt Lucy is home on leave, she goes back to see her granddaughter every week today.” Christine White said as she picked up her chopsticks and stirred them in the pot.

Baird Lane leaned against the door frame, “Just noodles? Nothing else?”

Just cooking a noodle smells so good, so it’s obvious that she’s not a bad cook.

“There’s not much food left in the house.” Christine White smiled in embarrassment.

She also didn’t know until she went through the fridge before cooking.

“No food? Aunt Lucy didn’t prepare it when she left?”

Christine White snapped her fingers, “It’s not Aunt Lucy’s fault, it’s because I’ve been so busy the last two days I forgot to pay for her groceries.”

“Since when is it your turn to give the dish money?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes and grimaced.

Christine White looked at him in confusion, as if she didn’t understand why he was suddenly angry, “Aunt Lucy won’t have any money for groceries if I don’t give it.”

“Nonsense.” Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed out a few moments of cold, “Aunt Lucy is The Lane Family’s maid, and her salary, and your living expenses, are paid directly to the account, so how could there be no money.”

This woman, she wouldn’t be lying to him on purpose, would she?

“It’s true there’s no money, ask Aunt Lucy if you don’t believe me!” said Christine White, looking at him with unmistakable seriousness in her eyes.

Baird Lane was baffled, then suddenly remembered that he had never come here after the marriage, nor had he greeted the finance, and naturally no one on the finance side had called in the money.

“You’ve spent all three years of this money on yourself?” Baird Lane clenched his fists.

“Pretty much, I’m not responsible for Aunt Lucy’s paycheck, and I’m only paying for groceries and utilities.” Christine White shrugged her shoulders in an irrelevant manner.

This expression of hers fell on Baird Lane’s eyes and her heart flushed with guilt, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

While he didn’t like the woman, he hadn’t meant to treat her harshly.

Christine White scratched her head, “Just didn’t think it was necessary, it’s just me and Aunt Lucy anyway, it’s not like we’re spending a lot of money, by the way, have you eaten yet?”

Baird Lane pressed on his vaguely swollen temples, his voice low with a hint of weariness, “Not yet.”

“Then I’ll cook you a bowl too.” She peeked at him and offered cautiously.

Baird Lane looked at her expectantly and didn’t refuse.

Christine White’s eyes were bent with laughter.

Her posture could only be considered medium, but because of this clear and flawless smile, it was as if the entire world had lit up.

After finishing their noodles without a word to each other, Baird Lane went upstairs to his study, and Gates’s assistant came over to talk to him shortly afterward.

Seeing that neither of them had come out of the study after a long delay, Christine White thought for a moment and went to the kitchen to make two cups of coffee, ready to bring them up.

“President Lane, you’ve been in contact with Ms. White for so many days and you haven’t spoken to her yet?”

Just as she reached the door to the study, Christine White was about to knock when Assistant Gates’s voice came from inside, mentioning her in the words.

Say?

Say what?

A twinge of curiosity, and a touch of vague uneasiness, arose in Christine White’s mind.

She dropped her hand from knocking on the door and pressed her ear against the door panel, trying to hear better.

“I don’t know what to tell her yet.” Baird Lane pressed his temples, looking rather annoyed.

Assistant Gates sighed, “But Ms. Molly Bort can’t wait, Dr. Norton said that if we don’t have the surgery in two months, we’ll miss the optimal time for the surgery, and all of the later surgeries will fail.”

Baird Lane’s palms writhed violently and his face sank, “I will not let the operation fail!”

“Then what is your hesitation? You have the operating room all ready, and Miss Molly Bort’s body is conditioned to be fit for the operation, waiting for Miss White’s bone marrow.”

Bone marrow?

Christine White’s heart went cold as she listened.

So he suddenly moved back here to get close to her and take her bone marrow?

Christine White collapsed, her hands trembling so much that she couldn’t even hold the tray, and along with the two cups of coffee on top of it, all of them fell to the floor together, making a crisp, shattering sound.

Baird Lane’s expression changed slightly, his eyes shakily staring at the door, “Who’s out there!”