Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane withdrew his gaze, “No.”

As the words fell, he lifted the covers and got up as well.

Christine White watched him walk into the restroom before she removed her fierce disguise and raised a hand to touch her face, feeling her cheeks burn a little.

Hmph, don’t think she didn’t see it just now, that look in his eyes, so he wanted to eat her up.

At that moment, the little treasure on the bed suddenly moved.

Christine White dropped her hand in a hurry and walked over.

Bao opened his eyes and blinked twice when he saw her.

Christine White, overwhelmed by his cuteness, reached up and nudged his little nose, “Baby, up?”

Bao was perhaps thinking, and after two seconds, he held out his hand toward her.

Christine White’s eyes instantly glazed over.

Little Bo can now not only make sounds and call out for mom and dad, but also interact with people.

It’s safe to say that Po, now, is back to the way he was before he was bullied by Ann Lane, and is a little better than that because he can yell at people.

“Okay, mommy pulls you up.” Christine White fought back tears of excitement as she took hold of Little Treasure’s tiny hand and pulled him up from the bed.

She then took the clothes from the bed to give to Bo’s bed.

This time, though, Po refused, taking the dress from her and putting it on himself.

Christine White didn’t stop him either, much less get upset.

She had always known how understanding and independent her son was.

“Bo’s awake?” Baird Lane had shuffled out of the restroom by then as well.

Christine White had just gotten a response from Po and was happy at the moment, so she answered him readily as well, “Yeah, just woke up.”

“I’ll carry Bo to wash up then.” Baird Lane said, stepping forward and picking Po up from the bed.

Christine White smiled weakly as she watched father and son go to the restroom again.

She had to admit that Baird Lane was a good father.

Bo’s quick recovery would not have been possible without the affection and fatherly love that Baird Lane poured into him.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, the knock on the door suddenly sounded.

“Are you up, ma’am?” Aunt Lucy’s questioning voice came from outside the door.

Christine White walked over and opened the door, “Up.”

“Just get up, it’s time for breakfast, I’ll go next door and get the gentleman.”

After saying that, Aunt Lucy was about to head next door.

Christine White pulled her back, “No, he’s here with me, washing Bo.”

“Mister is at your place ma’am?” Aunt Lucy was surprised.

Christine White nodded.

Aunt Lucy asked again, “Ma’am, I don’t suppose Mr. slept in your room last night, did he, Gates came over last night, I went and knocked at Mr.’s door, and Mr. never opened it, and I thought Mr. slept too deeply to hear it, and now it seems that …”

Christine White’s eyes flashed when she heard this and she quickly retorted, “No, he’s not at my place, he just came over this morning.”

“Is that so?” Looking at her slightly flushed face, Aunt Lucy was clearly not convinced.

Christine White, however, nodded with forced composure, “Of course.”

Aunt Lucy covered her lips and smiled, “Well then ma’am you let mister know it’s time for breakfast and also Gates is here as if he has something to tell him.”

“I know.” Christine White agreed.

Aunt Lucy stretches her neck, glances into the room behind her, and then teases away.

Aunt Lucy had just left when Baird Lane came out of the restroom holding Bo, “Who was just here?”

“Aunt Lucy, who called us for breakfast.” Christine White turned around and watched the scene of him putting on Bao’s shoes, and suddenly she was reminded of yesterday morning, when he had put her shoes on too.

“Thinking about something?” Baird Lane suddenly noticed that she hadn’t moved, and looking up after putting on Bo’s shoes, he couldn’t help but ask when he saw that she had actually launched herself into a stupor.

Christine White came back to her senses with a jolt and coughed lightly, “It’s nothing, Aunt Lucy was just saying that Gates is here and has something to report to you, something important I think, and he came in once last night in the middle of the night.”

“I know, go ahead and have breakfast.” Baird Lane lifted his feet toward the door after picking up Bo with one hand and sitting him on his arm.

Christine White rushed out of the way to let father and son go first.

Yet the father and son stopped beside her.

“What are you doing?” Christine White looked at Baird Lane in disbelief.

Baird Lane suddenly took her hand with his other, “Come on.”

Christine White froze as he pulled her out of the room, finally realizing why he was holding the baby with one hand.

Because then he could free up a hand to pull her ah.

The corners of Christine White’s mouth twitched slightly as it became clear what Baird Lane had in mind.

Though somewhat bemused by Baird Lane’s behavior, she didn’t struggle.

Carrying a child with one hand was already dangerous, and she didn’t want her hand to not break free and cause Bo to give it a fall.

With that, the trio arrived at the restaurant.

Uncle Fu looked at the posture of the three as they walked towards him, and the slightest bit of light suddenly burst out of his cloudy old eyes.

“Now that’s a family of three.” Fubo said.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine White is actually embarrassed.

After all, she’s not married to Baird Lane at the moment, other than occupying the identity of a baby mama, and it’s not really right to say it’s a family of three.

She didn’t correct it, though, because she knew there was no point in doing so.

She was always Baird Lane’s wife in the minds of Fob and the others.

“Well, sit down and eat, it’s getting cold.” Fu Bo saw that the Christine White trio hadn’t yet taken their seats and hurriedly urged once more.

Baird Lane then let go of Christine White’s hand and gestured for her to sit down and eat, before he sat down next to her himself with Bo in his arms.

After breakfast, Baird Lane handed Bo over to Fubar and then looked toward Christine White, “Eyes The Lane Family group has nothing important to do, Gates came to me, I think he has news about Molly Bort, want to hear it together?”

Christine White was wiping the corners of her mouth when she heard this and her eyes narrowed, “Of course!”

“Come with me to the study.” Saying this, Baird Lane rose to his feet.

Christine White got up in a hurry too and followed him.

Gates was waiting outside the door of Baird Lane’s study at the moment, and was quite surprised to see the two men coming.

But it was only a second of surprise before he regained his normal expression and greeted the two, “President Lane, ma’am.”

At the sound of the voice, ma’am, Christine White felt a bit of a headache.

Sure enough, the man was just as reluctant to change his tune as Fubar Aunt Lucy.

“Come in first.” Baird Lane naturally saw Christine White’s headache, and with a slight hook of his thin lips, he pushed open the door to the study and walked in.

The second person to go in was Christine White, when Gates let her in first.

Christine White knew that if she didn’t go in, Gates certainly wouldn’t do well to go in first, so she didn’t give Gates a hard time about it and went in first.

Gates came in last, slamming the door behind him as he entered.

“Sit here.” Baird Lane pulled a chair next to his own and patted it, signaling Christine White to come and sit.

Christine White’s eyes scanned the den, noticing the couch in addition to the chairs under him.

Then she didn’t even look at the chair he’d tapped and headed for the couch.

Baird Lane had expected this from her, but he couldn’t help but be disappointed when he saw her rejecting his intentions.

But soon, he gathered himself and looked faintly toward Gates, “I hear you approached me last night?”

“Yes.” Gates responded, “I listened in on something about Molly Bort last night and drove straight here.”

“What news?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White also looked at Gates.

Gates replied, “Gates really didn’t really leave, he’s still inside that organization, and I heard the leader of that organization praising Molly Bort for her good ideas, and it seems like they’re hatching a big plan.”