Seize His Little Wife

“I asked him yesterday and he said he doesn’t have a clue at the moment.” Christine White picks up.

Baird Lane rubbed his brow, “I’ve asked Gates to send him over a patient infected with the virus, let’s hope he can work on it soon.”

“Are you tired?” Christine White looked at him.

Baird Lane laughed a little, “It’s okay.”

“I see you have dark circles under your eyes, you didn’t get a night’s rest last night, did you?” Christine White stared at him intently.

Baird Lane didn’t deny it, “I suppose you do too?”

Christine White didn’t expect him to see it right away, and she didn’t get much rest last night, her expression was a little surprised, “How did you know?”

“Your dark circles under your eyes are not much lighter than mine.” Baird Lane said, raising his eyelids.

Christine White hastily touched to her face, then remembered that she hadn’t washed and put on makeup yet because she was in a hurry to come over to meet him.

It was no wonder he could see the dark circles under her eyes.

“Come on, sleep with me.” Baird Lane stood up and took her hand.

Christine White frowned, “You can go to bed if you want, why do you need my company?”

Just very inexplicable.

Baird Lane took her by the wrist and wouldn’t let go, “You’re my wife, I want your company, go.”

“I’m not going!” Christine White shook off his hand.

However, Baird Lane’s grip was so tight that she couldn’t shake it off, and he dragged her out of the living room.

With that, Christine White is forced into a room by Baird Lane and told to sleep with him.

Christine White couldn’t even break away from him, and in the end, she was really pressed down and fell asleep.

That sleep was midday.

Christine White woke up with no one around her.

Baird Lane had gotten up first at some point and had left the room.

Christine White hammered his pillow in chagrin, taking it out as if it were him.

It was some shame that he had taken her to her room and she had actually fallen asleep.

What infuriates Christine White the most is that she realizes that her resistance to Baird Lane, is getting smaller and smaller.

At this rate, she might actually not be able to hold out and agree to be with him.

No, it couldn’t be like that, she’d been hurt too much with him, she didn’t want to touch this so-called love anymore.

Thinking about it, Christine White squeezed her palms, and had decided in her mind that she couldn’t be soft, and that once her revenge was avenged, she’d stay away from him immediately.

Dang it …

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

The next second, before she could open her mouth to yell in, the door to the room was pushed open.

Baird Lane came in from outside and saw Christine White sitting up in bed with a twinkle in her eye, “Awake.”

He thought she wasn’t awake.

Christine White grunted, not wanting to pay attention to him, and lifted the covers off the bed.

Baird Lane came over and handed her her coat, “Woke up just in time for dinner.”

Still ignoring him, Christine White tugged on her coat and left the room.

Baird Lane looked at her figure and wondered what she was angry about again.

He didn’t think much of it though, he was used to her ignoring him from time to time lately anyway.

After the meal, Christine White took her phone and scoured the internet to find out if there was any news about people from that organization being arrested.

It’s impossible for something this big to go unnoticed on the internet.

Sure enough, she rummaged and rummaged.

But there wasn’t much news, because it involved that virus, so the military and police didn’t expose it online, just for fear of causing panic among the people.

Unfortunately, there is no Molly Bort in the capture photo above this.

“I’m going out.” Christine White put down her cell phone.

Baird Lane was teasing Bo when he heard her and immediately looked toward her, “Where to?”

“Go to the hospital, see Leo Bort, and tell him the good news that Molly Bort has been captured.” Christine White’s mouth curled into a nasty smile.

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, “I’ll walk you there.”

“No, now that Molly Bort is in custody, I’m not worried about anyone dealing with me.” Christine White turned him down.

But Baird Lane, as if he hadn’t heard, handed Bo to Aunt Lucy and stood up, “Come on, I’ll drive.”

With that, he led the way out of the restaurant.

Christine White watched his back, her eyes wide.

This guy, why is he getting thicker and thicker?

She all but said she didn’t need him to deliver it!

“Ma’am, what are you waiting for, now that they’re all out, you should get over there too.” Aunt Lucy was on the side, and kept urging.

Christine White rubbed her brow and followed helplessly.

When we got to the car, Baird Lane suddenly asked, “Didn’t you say yesterday that Leo Bort left some of your mom’s belongings, and did you find them?”

“Found it, it’s some souvenirs with jewelry and a picture.” Christine White touched her bag.

Now that picture, it’s in her bag.

Baird Lane saw her move too and probably guessed, nodding, “The picture on your mom’s headstone isn’t clear, go replace it.”

Christine White looked over at him.

Baird Lane darted a glance at him and returned his gaze to the road ahead, “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that.”

“I didn’t think you’d think to remind me to change the picture.” Christine White laughed a little.

Baird Lane turned the steering wheel, “I had your mom’s grave relocated, and I had that photo taken back then, except that there are no photos of your mom circulating in the outside world, the only thing, is the one of your mom in the newspaper back when The Bort Family company was founded, but that one is not clear, and I still know about it. ”

“You’re right, there’s a photo shop right up ahead, let’s go over there and have someone scan my mom’s picture into the computer and reprint a few copies.” Christine White pointed out the car window to a store on the side of the road.

Baird Lane glanced over and, without saying anything, pulled over.

Once the car was parked, Christine White got out and walked into the photo booth.

Instead of following her, Baird Lane sat in his car and waited for her.

After waiting about ten minutes, Christine White came out, holding several new photos.

As soon as she got in the car, Baird Lane tugged one over and smiled slightly when he saw the person in the picture, “Looks a lot like you.”

“You’re wrong.” Christine White took the picture back out of his hand and put it in her bag, “It’s that I look a lot like her and it’s that I used to look a lot like her.”

Baird Lane resumed driving, “What’s the difference? The way you look now, you haven’t changed much from before.”

“It’s still there, at least I’ve forgotten what I used to have on my face now. : Christine White looked in the rearview mirror and sounded misty.

This face of hers now, though it resembled the old one, when it was ultimately different.

A lot more elements that are only found in the real Christine Camp.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

“Anyway, you’re still you aren’t you?” Baird Lane said.

Christine White smiled down, “Maybe, but there was a time when I didn’t really know who I really was.”

“What do you mean?” Baird Lane was a little lost.

Christine White looked out the window, “In order to better become Christine Camp, I transplanted Christine Camp’s memories, and during that time, Christine Camp’s memories had been overpowering my original memories, nearly, replacing my original memories. ”

She was still a little scared now that she thought about it.

She didn’t want to veto forgetting her past even though she said she would be Christine Camp.

In the end, however, she was able to use her strong willpower to fuse Christine Camp’s memories, perfectly with her own, so that she would have Christine Camp in her memories and Christine Camp would have her in her memories.

Baird Lane’s car almost crashed into the car in front of him when he heard Christine White’s words, “What did you say? You transplanted Le Christine Camp’s memories?”

He thought that she was just playing Christine Camp.

I didn’t realize she actually had memories of Christine Camp.

Christine White nodded, “Any questions?”