Seize His Little Wife

Listening to the sobs coming over the phone, and her words, Bess Camp knew she’d figured it out.

“Yeah, we were all wrong, but Baird Lane himself was at fault, who made him keep that cold look on his face that made us subconsciously ignore all of this, but then again, six years ago, he lost the old man and you in quick succession, and he was indeed the one who suffered the most.” Bess Camp sighed.

Christine White is still crying, “But I never thought of that, I hated him for forgetting me, but I never thought of how he would feel when he learned of my death …”

“So we’re all at fault, his memory loss is because he was in too much pain to accept the death of the two people he cared about the most in a row, plus he had head surgery at the time as well, so he lost his memory out of grief, he’s innocent too.” Bess Camp said back.

Christine White smiled to herself, “That said, I still don’t trust him enough.”

If she had delivered more trust and told him earlier that she was alive, between them, maybe not so much would have happened.

“Christine, so what are you going to do next? Baird Lane told me you don’t want to be with him anymore, but he won’t let go. You …”

“I don’t know.” Christine White scratched at her hair, “I’m so messed up right now, I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay, there’s no rush, take your time and think it over.” Bess Camp doesn’t push her.

Christine White hasn’t said anything either.

After a few moments, the call ended and she put the phone down, slumping over her desk so that no one could see her expression at the moment.

I don’t know how long it took, Lisa knocked on the door holding a document, seeing her like this, she was still shocked, thinking that she was sick, she hurriedly went forward to help her up, “Superintendent, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Christine White returned in a hoarse voice.

Lisa was still uneasy and probed her forehead, only relieved after realizing that her forehead was indeed not hot, “It’s good that it’s fine, but what are you doing lying on the table? Are your kidneys not feeling well?”

“No, I’m just in a bit of a depressive mood, is something wrong with you?” Christine White asked dumbly as she rubbed her temples.

Lisa handed her the file, “Here’s last month’s inventory statement.”

“Well, put it down, I’ll read it tomorrow, I’m a little tired today, so I’ll go home.” Christine White stood up and said somewhat feebly.

Lisa, seeing her like this, naturally had no problem with it, and seeing that she was not in good spirits, she even took the initiative to send her back to her apartment.

Upon arriving at the apartment, Christine White stomped off her heels and headed back to her room, collapsing onto the bed in her bedroom and falling into a deep sleep.

Shortly after she fell asleep, the door to the room suddenly opened and a tall figure appeared in the doorway and slowly walked in.

The man walked over to the bed and stopped, looking down at her deeply.

After looking at her for a while, the man suddenly sat down on the edge of the bed, then reached out and touched her pale face, a soft sigh escaping his lips, “Hey …”

At that moment, the cell phone in the man’s pocket suddenly vibrated.

The man withdrew his hand from Christine White’s face and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to read a text message.

The missive was from Bess Camp, and Baird Lane didn’t hesitate, he just clicked on it and checked it out, it only had one sentence on it: is Christine okay?

Baird Lane glanced again towards the sleeping Christine White before he made a move to return the message, all he had was a nope back to tell Bess Camp she was fine before he put his phone back in his pocket.

The only reason he’s here now is because Bess Camp said he was a little uneasy about Christine White and asked him to come over and check it out.

So he’d rushed over, and he’d made a trip to the energy company before coming here to learn that she’d left the company.

And the reason why Bess Camp was uneasy about Christine White, Bess Camp told him, especially the phone call that Bess Camp had with Christine White, and Bess Camp didn’t hide it, she told him all about it.

In fact, Bess Camp was right, when he hadn’t seen his grandfather for the last time when he died, he had been over the moon and had been blaming himself.

Then, after learning that Christine White had also died, he took it even harder and even thought about dying together.

Because he’d always felt useless and unable to protect anyone, he’d just lost his memory before he could do anything to himself.

But now he was suddenly glad that he had lost his memory, or he wouldn’t have seen her.

“I’m sorry …” Baird Lane looked at Christine White and suddenly apologized before leaning down and kissing her on the cheek.

He didn’t get up from the kiss for a long time until she stirred a little uncomfortably and he straightened up.

This night, Baird Lane did not leave and stayed with Christine White all night.

The next day Christine White wakes up to see the man sprawled out next to her bed.

He was asleep at the moment, but his brow was furrowed and the dark circles under his eyelids showed that he hadn’t slept well.

Also, how can you sleep well in such a position.

Christine White stirred and braced herself to sit up.

Baird Lane, who was sprawled out on the side of the bed, suddenly felt it and opened his eyes abruptly, “Awake?”

Christine White pursed her lips, “What brings you here?”

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow slightly as he suddenly realized that her attitude towards him had changed again.

At first, she’d been warm to him when she’d used the identity of Christine Camp, but the kind of warmth that he’d always found antithetical.

It wasn’t until two days ago, after he confessed his love for her and she rejected it, that he realized that her enthusiasm for him was feigned, and that’s why it felt anticlimactic.

And also from the rejection of his confession of love, she did not pretend to be enthusiastic anymore, and her attitude towards him naturally changed, becoming cold and with occasional mocking sneers.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

But now, the indifference was gone, the mocking sneer was gone, and the attitude was suddenly much more natural, but in this naturalness, a faint twang was revealed.

Is this about the phone call with Bess Camp yesterday?

Thinking of this, Baird Lane’s thin lips hooked slightly and replied softly, “It was Bess Camp who said she was a little uneasy about you and asked me to come over and take a look.”

At that, Christine White’s eyes flashed, “There’s nothing about me that doesn’t put people at ease, President Lane, go back to your place.”

“President Lane is too rusty a title for my liking.” Baird Lane said directly.

Christine White frowned and was just about to speak.

He snaps again, “Better call me by my first name.”

Christine White, of course, wouldn’t listen to him, adding his name and leaning over the bed to look at him faintly, “President Lane, I actually owe you an apology.”

“Hmm?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Christine White lowered her eyes, “The biggest reason why I hated you and categorized you as an enemy to be avenged is because when I needed you back then, you forgot about me and rekindled an old flame with Molly Bort, and at that time, in my eyes, you that was a betrayal, an abandonment of me, and that’s why I’ve always hated you. ”

Speaking of this, the corner of her mouth suddenly raised a bitter smile, “But yesterday my brother’s phone call made me completely understand that my hatred actually means nothing, I only thought about my mood, never thought about what kind of consequences my death would bring to you, this is my poor consideration, so I’m sorry.”

Baird Lane didn’t say anything, just looked at her until after a while he spoke, “So you still hate me?”

Christine White shook her head, “No more hate, as I just said, my hate is pointless and somewhat ridiculous.”

He forgot her, it was her death that caused him so much pain, so much self-loathing, that his spirit protected itself and sealed his memories, otherwise he might have broken down.

And he brought Molly Bort back to the cottage so he could give her a kidney.

You could say that he did it all for her, and she hated him for it for six years, and it was her fault.