Seize His Little Wife

And the guy in the car, did he hear everything she said to Ives Norton?

Thinking about this, Christine White’s little face burned a little.

Soon, though, the hotness in her face dissipated.

Hearing it is hearing it, reacting to this car she has not seen, the people in the car, also certainly do not know, hear it is nothing.

What’s more, here in the dark, the people in the car, surely they didn’t even see what she looked like clearly.

With that in mind, Christine White turned toward the apartment building.

Ives Norton had been sensing a car following him from behind ever since he left the apartment complex.

It was late at the moment, close to midnight, and there weren’t many cars on the road to begin with, so it was obvious at a glance whether or not a car was following.

Looking at the rearview mirror that poorly pursued, he changed which reverse, followed by the car that changed which road, he could not help but color his eyebrows with a little gravity.

The car was, indeed, headed for him.

Realizing this, Ives Norton frowned tightly and sped up his drive, taking the car in the direction of the police station.

The people in the car behind him, seemingly sensing his thoughts, suddenly sped up as well and honked their horns, as if they meant for him to stop.

Ives Norton didn’t stop and kept the car moving.

After driving a block, the horn of the car behind him, suddenly stopped honking.

Just when he thought the car behind him was going to give up chasing him, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Ives Norton freed up a hand and held his cell phone out, and without looking at the caller ID, he crossed one hand to answer it before putting it to his ear, “Who?”

“It’s me, stop the car!” On the other end of the phone, a cool, low voice rang out, faintly returning four words.

Ives Norton narrowed his eyes, “Baird Lane?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where are you?”

If he heard correctly, Baird Lane had just asked him to pull over!

“I’m behind your car, stop!” Baird Lane repeated.

Now it dawned on Ives Norton that the car behind him that had been chasing him wasn’t something that was out to get him, it was Baird Lane.

Thinking about it, Ives Norton’s forehead veins jumped and a fire went up in his heart.

He pulled over, opened the door and got out.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sure enough, the car behind him followed suit and stopped.

Ives Norton walked over and knocked on the driver’s side window of the car.

The windows rolled down, exposing the familiar cold side of Baird Lane’s face.

Ives Norton grabbed him by the collar in anger, “Baird Lane, what the hell are you doing? You’ve been chasing me all the way, changing lanes and honking your horn, what the hell do you want?”

“Told you to pull over.” Baird Lane calmly yanked his collar back.

But his thin lips pursed in displeasure as he looked at the crease in the collar.

“Since when the hell have you been following me?” Ives Norton looked at him, “And what are you doing hanging around out here in the middle of the night?”

“I followed you from under Christine Camp’s apartment building.” Ives Norton replied in a cold voice as he finished straightening his collar.

Ives Norton froze, “What do you mean, where did you … come from?”

“Christine Camp apartment downstairs.” Baird Lane added.

Ives Norton’s face changed, “Why were you there? And how long have you been there?”

“It’s been a long time, I waited there two hours ago, and then I saw you all.” Baird Lane looked at him with an inexplicable expression, and slowly spat out another, “And heard all your words.”

He went downstairs at Christine Camp for his own selfish reasons.

Tonight, he lost sleep.

After not being able to sleep, instead of taking sleeping pills to anesthetize myself, as I usually did, I also, somehow, drove to Christine Camp’s apartment building.

He thought that she should be resting by this time, and he had no intention of disturbing her, so he was just going to stay downstairs with her for a while.

But what I didn’t expect was to stay for a while and then see her coming back in the same car as Ives Norton.

“Heard all the words?” Ives Norton’s glasses reflected the light.

Baird Lane stared at him intently, “Yes, I didn’t realize that you actually knew each other and that you called her Christine?”

“What’s wrong with calling Christine, her name is Christine Camp, what’s wrong with me calling her Christine?” Ives Norton returned with a slight twinkle in his eye.

Baird Lane’s thin lips opened gently again, “Then why didn’t you tell me in the first place about the fact that you knew her, I called you once and asked you if you had ever seen a woman who looked like Christine White, you said you had but you said you didn’t know her but what does that mean now, not only did you know her you confessed to her! ”

“A man is unmarried and a woman is unmarried, how normal it is to confess your love, but you, Baird Lane, why are you so concerned about this?” Ives Norton looked at him mockingly.

Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed with a bit of cold, “You stay away from her, she’s mine!”

“What?” Ives Norton’s expression changed slightly, “Baird Lane, you know what you’re talking about, don’t you?”

Did he get his memory back?

No, I don’t think so.

If he had his memory back, he’d be calling Christine White by her first name at this point, not Christine Camp.

“I said, stay away from Christine Camp.” Baird Lane repeats.

Ives Norton sneered, “On what grounds? You said Christine is yours, do you think you have that qualification? You have a wife and a daughter now, and you still see Christine as your possession, what do you take her for? Want her to follow you without a name?”

“I’ll divorce Molly Bort!” Baird Lane said coldly.

Ives Norton smiled dismissively, “Divorce? Easier said than done, wait until you can do it, but I’m thinking, you certainly can’t do it now.”

People who have been given mental hints are talking at best.

I’m afraid that when it comes to divorce, mental suggestion plays a role in keeping him from divorcing.

“What do you mean?” Baird Lane vaguely heard something in Ives Norton’s words.

Ives Norton shrugged his shoulders, “It doesn’t mean much, so be on your way, I’ll leave you to it.”

He patted Baird Lane on the shoulder, not in the mood to say much to him, and turned toward his car.

Once in the car, Ives Norton hammered his fist on the steering wheel, a bit of resentment in his eyes.

Baird Lane and Christine White, are these two really meant to be?

One loses his memory and still falls in love with the other.

One who, even though he hates the other, still hasn’t let go of all his feelings for the other in his heart.

With two people like that, he was so delusional as to try to separate them completely.

Now that I think about it, it’s pretty ridiculous.

These two, are inseparable! Unless one party really doesn’t love it anymore.

But is it possible?

Baird Lane loses his memory and falls in love with Christine White anyway.

And Christine White, though she keeps her mouth shut, is in love, judging by the way she acts, and since they love each other, they are inseparable.

Watching Ives Norton’s car go by in the distance, Baird Lane somehow felt that he saw Ives Norton’s body all filled with despondency.

And the lassitude actually made him feel a little happy, inside.

But while happy, there is one thing at the back of my mind, and that is how exactly did Ives Norton and Christine Camp meet?

Then there’s the way he addresses Christine Camp, which makes him uncomfortable and concerned.

But that smudge of concern, again, disappeared when he remembered Christine Camp’s rejection of Ives Norton’s confession.

It was just this bit about how the two of them really knew each other that he had to find out, and a voice in the back of his mind was telling him that it was important.

Thinking about this, Baird Lane also got into his car and drove towards the group.

Day two.

Baird Lane emerged from the break room in his office when a phone rang unexpectedly.

Rubbing his vaguely swollen temples, he walked over to his desk and picked up his cell phone, glancing at the caller ID before answering the call, “What is it?”

“Sir, it’s bad, Ann ran out and disappeared.” Aunt Lucy’s anxious and panicked voice came over the phone.