Seize His Little Wife

Christine White squinted into his face, “You … You Baird Lane?”

Baird Lane had a shrewd glint in his eye.

Looks like she knows after all.

“Now that you know, I’ll tell you, no more drinking, and I’ll take you back.” Baird Lane said, about to get up.

Christine White, however, suddenly tugged at his tie to keep him from getting up, “No, I’m not going back, I’m happy, and I’m going to drink!”

“You can’t drink it.” Baird Lane frowned.

Christine White’s little mouth pouted, “No, I want a drink!”

She’s starting to play rough.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips as he stared at her for several moments before suddenly lowering his head and moving closer to her lips.

Christine White seemed confused for a moment, both eyes widening as she forgot to react for a moment.

After a while, she abruptly reached out her arms of her own accord and hooked them around his neck, closing her eyes gently.

Christine White had been drinking a lot and was a little disoriented, and at first she knew what she was doing.

But as the drink deepened behind her, she grew unaware of it, knowing only to react instinctively.

Baird Lane sensed this and paused in his movements for a moment, giving a couple of low chuckles before resuming up again.

That night, the two spent the night in the box.

After six years, Baird Lane hasn’t been as crazy as this, like a thirsty little fish that has welcomed its sea.

Baird Lane woke up the next day at the crack of dawn, and he turned his head to the woman at his side, a hint of softness crossing his eyes.

“Christine,” Christine White had fallen asleep from exhaustion, and even when she heard his voice, she couldn’t open her eyes, just grunted muffledly.

Baird Lane’s deep eyes looked at her… she’d be furious when she woke up, I’m sure.

Rubbing his forehead helplessly, Baird Lane picked up the shirt and pants on the floor and put them on, heading towards the restroom, briefly washing up before coming out and baring Christine White’s clothes again, cleaning up the couch a little, and carrying her out of the box.

When he returned to the old mansion, the sky was completely bright.

Aunt Lucy saw them from a distance and walked over quickly, “Sir, you’re back, what’s wrong with Mrs.?”

She thought something had happened to Christine White and asked with concern.

Baird Lane glanced down at Christine White, a gentle look revealing his brow, “She’s fine, she’s just tired.”

“Tired?” Aunt Lucy glanced towards Christine White suspiciously, and when she saw the red marks on her neck that were hidden, Aunt Lucy suddenly realized something and covered her mouth and snickered, “I see, sir, you should quickly send madam back to her room to rest.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded and continued toward the room.

Aunt Lucy watched the backs of the two and smiled a toothy grin.

She was still smiling when Fubuki came over with his cane.

“Little Song ah, what are you laughing at?” Uncle Fu asked curiously.

Aunt Lucy spelled out what she had just seen.

Uncle Fu was first surprised for a moment, then he also smiled with relief, “Good, this is really great, it seems that it won’t be long before the three of them, as a family, can make up.”

“Yeah.” Aunt Lucy nodded.

“Xiao Song, go and stew some tonic soup for Young Grandma, so that she can drink it when she wakes up.” Fu Bo ordered.

Aunt Lucy answered evenly and headed for the kitchen.

On the other hand, Baird Lane carried Christine White back to her room without going to hers.

It’s inconvenient for her to have Bo in her room.

Once in his room, Baird Lane took Christine White straight to the bathroom and gave her a bath before carrying her back to bed and tucking her in.

Perhaps sensing the softness of the bed, Christine White rolled over and, after rubbing her cheek against the covers, curled up to sleep more soundly.

Baird Lane watched her for a moment, his thin lips curving slightly before he returned to the bathroom and showered himself.

After his shower, he didn’t go anywhere and went to bed as well, falling asleep with his arms around Christine White.

By the afternoon.

Christine White finally got enough sleep to open her eyes and wake up.

She felt something girdling her around her waist, and on top of that, there was a hot source of heat at her side.

Her small face darkened, even without having to look, she knew what the source of the heat around her was, and what the restraints around her waist were.

Baird Lane, the man, came into her bed again!

With that in mind, Christine White was ready to give Baird Lane a kick in the ass and knock him out of bed.

Yet when she had just moved her leg, she felt a twinge of something different.

For a moment, Christine White’s mind went blank, and her whole body was confused.

Did …

Christine White lifted the covers in a hurry and burst into a fit of anger.

Baird Lane the beast!

“Ah!” Christine White couldn’t hold it back any longer and screamed with her fists clenched.

Baird Lane’s brow furrowed for a moment at the sound of her voice before he abruptly woke up with his eyes open, “What’s wrong?”

Because he didn’t wake up naturally, his voice was raspy and tired.

Christine White’s murderous gaze swept over him, “Baird Lane, what have you done to me?”

Her whole body hurts now, she can’t even get up, she can only move her neck.

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow when he heard this, “Isn’t it obvious what was done to you?”

“You’ve gone too far!” Christine White had anger written all over her face, “Do you realize that you’re breaking the law!”

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Breaking the law? Did you forget about last night?”

“What happened last night?” Christine White was inexplicably upset.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Baird Lane looked at her like that, where he didn’t understand that she just forgot about last night.

“Last night you said you were in a good mood and bought me a drink, you got drunk and then this, do you remember? So it wasn’t me who broke the law, you did it of your own free will.” Baird Lane lay on his side, his arms propped up to hold his head in place, and looked at her with good humor.

Christine White refused to believe him anyhow and retorted loudly, “No way!”

“Is it really impossible? Think for yourself and see if it’s what I say it is.” Baird Lane added.

Christine White closed her eyes hard and began to remember the events of last night.

It was better not to recall, but when I did, all the memories of last night came flooding back.

She first drank too much towards having to continue drinking, then Baird Lane stopped her and wouldn’t let her drink, she wasn’t allowed to and had to argue.

Baird Lane then kissed her, and she herself lost control for a moment.

And then the rest of it just fell into place …

“God!” Christine White covered her cheeks in horror.

What did she do last night?

“Come to think of it?” Looking at the woman like that, a smirk spread across Baird Lane’s eyes.

Christine White, listening to his words, loosened her face and glared viciously at him, “Even if I volunteered last night, you were the one who made the first move, so you still started all this!”

Yeah, he doesn’t start, how could she do something like that when she’s a drunk.

Baird Lane squinted at her, “Is it really me?”