Seize His Little Wife

“Since we don’t hate anymore, then between us, is it possible to be together again?” Baird Lane looked at the woman, always cold eyes, actually surfaced a few dashes of expectation.

He was expecting her to say yes.

However Christine White averted her eyes and clenched her palms back, “No. I don’t hate you anymore, but there’s still too much mixed between us, so we still can’t go back to the past.”

“It’s you who can’t get past that inside yourself, isn’t it?” Baird Lane snapped.

Christine White’s heart fluttered and she didn’t say anything else, sort of.

Yeah, she just couldn’t get past that, and that’s why she couldn’t be with him.

Every time she dreamed in the middle of the night, she couldn’t stand the thought that he’d been married to Molly Bort!

Thinking, Christine White took a deep breath, “If you know that, then why are you thinking about getting back together with me.”

“You’re the only one I’ve loved since the beginning.” Baird Lane said, “So what’s wrong with me wanting to be with the one I love?”

Christine White choked for a moment, but quickly snorted with a terse sneer, “Then as I said yesterday, there are plenty of people in this world who love each other, not every one of them has to be together.”

“They’re them, we’re us, and you know my character, when I fall in love, I will never let go, so you, I won’t let go.” Baird Lane looked into her eyes, his eyes unbelievably insistent.

Christine White sighed, “I won’t let go anyway.”

“I know, but I’ll take my time, and I’m sure I’ll be able to impress you again someday.” Baird Lane stood up.

Christine White looked into his determined eyes and pursed her lips, “Take your time then.”

“Well, I will, well, why don’t you get up and wash up, I’ve got breakfast ready.” Baird Lane skirted around the subject and left it at that.

Talking about it too much will just end up bringing it back to square one and arguing about whether or not we can make up again.

So might as well put that topic aside for a while and impress him with real action.

He came before but searched on the Internet, the Internet said that women are emotional animals, as long as the use of warmth, and then cold women, will also be impressed, as long as the dead skin, and will always be successful in the end, he felt that it makes sense, and decided to implement.

“Breakfast?” Christine White froze slightly, “When did you make breakfast?”

Wasn’t he just sleeping on the side of her bed?

Baird Lane straightened his cuffs and returned, “I made it before dawn before I came over for a nap, so get up.”

With that, he was about to reach out and help her up from the bed.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine White slapped him away, “No, who told you to touch my kitchen? And how did you get in here?”

“Let the property manager open the door.” Baird Lane returned slowly and unruffled, “As for moving the kitchen, you’re my wife, can’t you use your kitchen?”

“Wife?” Christine White’s eyes went wide, “Who’s your wife now?”

“You!” Baird Lane returned the word earnestly.

Christine White gasped and laughed, “Baird Lane, you can’t have forgotten that we were … six years ago.”

“In my heart you are my wife, well get up.” Baird Lane said, and went out of the room.

Christine White saw that he left so dryly, and wanted to say anything else, but finally could only puff up.

After washing up, she stepped out of her room into the living room to see Baird Lane, wearing her apron, serving porridge at the table.

Seeing her come out, he put down the bowl in his hand and beckoned her over, “Come on over.”

Christine White walked over with a dark face and swept the porridge with buns on the table, something touched her heart.

Baird Lane saw her standing still and pulled out her chair for her, “Have a seat and taste what it tastes like, I haven’t been in the kitchen in years, the last time I was in the kitchen was the time I cooked for you six years ago.”

Upon hearing this, Christine White’s nose turned slightly sour and a memory instantly came to mind.

Only on her face, she couldn’t help but make a mocking remark, “Don’t lie to me, you haven’t done much for Molly Bort in the last six years, I’m afraid.”

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “Are you jealous?”

As if irritated, Christine White’s volume rose, “Who’s jealous, what are you babbling about?”

Baird Lane gave a low chuckle, “I haven’t cooked for Molly Bort, and I told you yesterday, I’ve never been in the same room as Molly Bort, I haven’t even touched her, so how could I have done this for her, well, eat.”

After saying that, he shoved the chopsticks into her hand.

Christine White looked at the extra pair of chopsticks in her hand, her lips twitched and she sat down.

“I haven’t cooked in many years, I’m a little rusty, and the buns don’t look too good.” Baird Lane saw her not eating and staring at the buns, thinking she was disliking their appearance, and couldn’t help but explain.

Christine White looked back and heard him say this and her mouth was unforgiving, “It’s pretty ugly and it sure tastes awful.”

With that, she picked up a bun and took a hard bite.

In truth, however, the bun wasn’t bad to eat, and it wasn’t ugly in appearance; she just couldn’t resist the urge to damage him.

And how Baird Lane didn’t know it, but coddled and tolerated it.

He was now trying to impress her with a soft attack to get her to loosen up and remarry him again, so he didn’t care about not being angry no matter how she acted.

After breakfast, Christine White went to her room and changed into a set of clothes.

Baird Lane, who had already cleaned up the kitchen and also happened to come out of it, saw her and asked, “Going back to the old house to see the kids?”

He said this in the same way that a husband asking his wife if she wants to go back home to see her parents is the same thing.

Christine White, her eyes dazed for a moment, agreed.

She did miss Bo.

“Come on, I’ll drive.” Baird Lane said, going ahead to the foyer to change his shoes.

When Christine White went over, she saw that he had already changed his shoes and had taken hers out of the shoe closet and placed them on the doormat.

Christine White looked down and realized that the heels he was holding were the very ones she was planning to wear later.

“I didn’t pick the wrong one, did I?” Baird Lane asked suddenly.

Christine White, of course, was not happy to make him happy, and deliberately kicked the shoes in front of her, took a new pair out of the shoe closet and put them on, and said proudly, “That’s what I’m going to wear!”

Baird Lane looked at the red heels she’d called on and then at her pale green long-sleeved dress with a somewhat one-note expression, “The colors don’t match.”

Christine White’s face twisted for a split second, “Who said that, that’s the way I like it, get out of the way, I’m going out.”

After saying that, she pushed him away and walked out of the room in a huff.

Baird Lane watched her swaying back, his thin lips pursing inward as if to stifle a smile.

How could he not see that she was doing it on purpose, purposely not wearing the shoes he had chosen for her, but wearing another pair instead, in order to sing against him and not be as good as he wanted her to be?

“What a dead giveaway.” Retracting his gaze, Baird Lane shook his head with an amused murmur before bending down to pick up the heels he’d kicked out of the way for Christine White and closing the door toward her.

By the time he caught up with her, she was already seated in the car, buckling her seatbelt and preparing to drive.

Baird Lane went straight over and pulled the passenger door open to get in.

Christine White twisted her head to look at him, “You take your own car.”

“We’ll go back together, why drive two cars, that’s all.” Baird Lane drops her heels and pulls her seatbelt over to fasten it.

Christine White looked at him deadpan and frowned, just in time to speak when Baird Lane suddenly looked at her, “Don’t move!”

“What’s wrong?” Christine White subconsciously dared not move, but her mouth still asked.

Instead of answering, Baird Lane bent down, cupped her right ankle and lifted it.

Christine White’s face changed when she saw this, “What are you doing?”