Seize His Little Wife

Along the way, Christine White unheededly rubbed herself against Baird Lane’s chest, saying one moment that she was uncomfortable and the next that she was hot.

Baird Lane is all rubbed out by her, but there’s nothing he can do about it.

Simply because this woman in her arms, was completely drunk, and she couldn’t listen to anything the outside world said.

“Here we are, where are the keys?” Baird Lane asked the woman in his arms as he stood in the doorway of Christine White’s apartment.

After asking, a flash of chagrin flashed in his eyes, thinking he had made a stupid mistake by asking a redundant question.

“Never mind …” With a low sigh, Baird Lane adjusted the hold for Christine White from horizontal, to vertical, so that each of her legs were clamped around his waist.

That way, he could hold her with one hand, and with the other, he could go through her bag for the magnetic card.

Soon, the magnetic card was found.

Baird Lane opened the door, and the lights in the apartment, too, sensed the magnetic card and came on automatically.

He carried Christine White into the apartment and, without changing his shoes, headed straight for the bedroom.

Two bedrooms, he didn’t know which one was hers, so he headed for the closest one.

Yet the door to that room would not open and was locked.

He didn’t understand why she would deliberately lock her room when it was just the apartment she lived in alone, but he didn’t think much of it and just assumed it was because she was more security conscious.

Baird Lane let go of the doorknob and went to the other room, thinking that if this thing wouldn’t open either, he’d wake her up and ask her where the key was.

Because when he went through her bag just now, he didn’t see any keys in her bag outside of the door card.

However, it turned out that Baird Lane had thought wrong this time; the room was not locked and opened with a slight turn.

A faint, fresh scent came from the room, exactly like the perfume she was wearing, and from that, it was in her room.

“Christine,” Baird Lane said, gently rocking the woman in his arms.

The woman buried her head in his neck and hummed, not otherwise responding.

The corners of Baird Lane’s mouth twitched slightly before he resigned himself to carrying her into the room.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in her room were left open, and the glow of the neon lights outside shone through, giving Baird Lane a good view of the bed.

He walked over and tried to lay the person gently on the bed and left when he had tucked her in.

What he didn’t realize was that he had just put the person down when the woman on the bed suddenly pulled on his arm and yanked him down as well.

Baird Lane was pressed against Christine White, his eyes frozen as he stared down at the woman beneath him whose eyes had opened.

He has her sobered up.

But looking closely, her eyes were still disoriented and blank, which meant she wasn’t just waking up, it was just subconscious behavior.

Figuring that out, Baird Lane raises his upper body to get to his feet, however Christine White tugs at his sleeve and won’t let him go.

Baird Lane just had to stop, “Christine, let go of me.”

“No, it’s hot.” Christine White released her hand from her sleeve and grabbed his hand instead, pulling it toward her face.

When his hand, pressed against her hot face, she suddenly narrowed her eyes, “Comfortable …”

Baird Lane’s pupils constricted slightly and the knot in his throat twitched, “Christine Camp, don’t you have any idea what you’re doing?”

“Hmm?” Christine Camp opened her eyes and looked at him blankly, “Hot, cool, not enough …”

As the words left her mouth, she suddenly freed a hand and tugged on his tie, giving a hard push that yanked his head to heel, then initiated a kiss.

Baird Lane’s head exploded and his whole body was confused for a while.

But after reacting, he didn’t push her away, but instead a dark light crossed the bottom of his eyes, and his big hand hooked onto the back of her head, lifting her head slightly upwards, reversing the kiss and deepening it.

The air gradually heated up, and the atmosphere in the room, too, began to become ambiguous.

The woman underneath him was what Baird Lane had wanted, and when he had carried her all the way back before, he had already been aroused by her to the point where his heart was burning, and now that there was physical contact, how could he resist.

Soon the two rolled together with less and less clothing on them.

But just then, a cell phone ringtone suddenly rang, interrupting the two’s next move.

Baird Lane came completely to his senses and upon realizing what he was doing, he immediately let go of the woman beneath him and got off the bed.

“What am I doing?” Baird Lane murmured with a furrowed brow.

He actually just almost had sex with her …

Looking at the woman lying on the bed with an uncertain face, Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and fished for the quilt to cover her, then covered her eyes to let her fall asleep.

He just about had to have her!

He admitted that he wanted her badly, but not now.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He still had a marriage on him, and he couldn’t have anything to do with her at this point in time, or she’d take the blame for being a third party.

At the thought, Baird Lane’s eyes flashed and he gave Christine White one last look, decided something in his mind, and grabbed his cell phone and headed out of the room.

Then again, there was the sound of a door slamming in the direction of the living room, signaling the fact that he had left.

Shortly after he left, in the room, the woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes bright, where there was still a bit of drunken confusion and haze.

This is enough to show that she was not drunk from the beginning to the end, but was pretending to be drunk.

“It’s really unexpected that he actually withdrew at a crucial time.” Christine White wiped the corners of her mouth and murmured with a meaningless expression.

Her intention was, after pretending to be drunk, to make Baird Lane think she loved him.

And then something happens with him so that, given his character, he’s sure to take charge.

Then his divorce from Molly Bort will be quick.

She admitted that it was a bit underhanded of her to do so, but she couldn’t wait any longer, and she desperately wanted Molly Bort to pay.

Only what she didn’t expect was that Baird Lane, at the last minute, actually closed his hand, which made her look high and more or less relieved in her heart.

Nothing happened, but after what just happened, the likelihood of Baird Lane divorcing Molly Bort, should have been raised quite a bit, and after Dr. Tom unravels the mental suggestion in his head, he’s sure he’ll divorce Molly Bort right away.

With that thought in mind, Christine White stretched in a good mood before lifting the covers and getting out of bed to head to the bathroom for a shower.

After her shower, she casually blew out her hair and went back to bed to lie down and sleep.

The next day, Christine White went to Doctor Mu’s to see Bo before heading to the office.

Coming into the manipulation department, Christine White approached Dennis, “Did you find out what I asked you to find out?”

Denise gave her a faint look, “I’ve been here for two days and you’re just asking me, are you doubting my skills?”

The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, knowing how proud this man was of his own skills and couldn’t allow others to be half skeptical, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, “No, no, it’s just that I’ve had too many things going on in the past two days, so I’ve been picking coal to find you.”

“For Uncle Tim’s sake, I reluctantly believe your reasoning.” Dennis lifted his chin nobly.

Christine White cried and laughed, “Then please, Brother Dennis, tell me the result.”

“Okay.” Dennis nodded, then pulled a file from a side file cabinet and tossed it to her, “Here’s what you want, I spent two hours checking it out for you the night I first got here, you can leave.”

“Alright then, I’ll head back into the office while you get busy, Brother Dennis.” Christine White waved her hand and took the folder and left the manipulation department.

On the way, she checked the contents of the folder as she walked toward her office.