Seize His Little Wife

“Isn’t it?” Christine White exclaimed.

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “I admit, I made the first move last night, but you were the one who undressed me first.”

“I …” Christine White trailed off, while another memory popped into her head of her undressing him.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Like, it was really her who started undressing him first.

The corner of her mouth twitched as Christine White rolled over and turned her back to him with her back, “Let’s just consider this time as a misunderstanding, how about neither of us take it to heart?”

The expression on Baird Lane’s face went momentarily cold, “You’re saying this is a misunderstanding?”

“What’s the problem? We’re all adults, and it’s normal for things like this to happen, so there’s no need to take it to heart, and isn’t it great that none of us are at a disadvantage this way?” Christine White looked at the floor and faintly said.

Baird Lane’s face went completely cold, and even the aura around him was much colder.

He sat up and forcefully rolled her over and lifted her chin, “Christine White, is this kind of thing so casual in your opinion?”

“This kind of thing is normal abroad, men and women see eye to eye, what’s not to like.” Christine White looked at him and said it as a matter of course.

An intense chill erupted in Baird Lane’s eyes, “So that’s what you do with other men … abroad, too.”

“Stop!” Christine White removed his hand from her chin, “While I recognize this openness abroad, I’m not that casual myself, I’m not in the mood for a man when I’m not even getting my revenge.”

At those words, Baird Lane was first stunned, and then the icy coldness in his eyes dispersed, and even the aura around his body, smoothed out slightly.

But …

“If you didn’t, then why do you think this behavior is right?” Baird Lane was still upset.

Christine White sneered, “When in Rome do as the Romans do don’t you understand?”

“In that case, customs are different at home than abroad, and you can talk about those abroad, but not at home, and I’ll be responsible for you last night.” Baird Lane said.

Christine White quickly waved her hand, “No, I don’t need you to be responsible, and I don’t want to get involved in some unnecessary entanglements with you, I’ll be out of here by the time Molly Bort is executed in five days.”

“Leave?” Baird Lane’s fists clenched, “Christine White, is that how you want to leave me?”

“Two people who aren’t related should have been separated in the first place shouldn’t they?” Christine White asked without answering.

Baird Lane blushed hard, “I always thought there was progress between us in the meantime.”

“You also said that you’re the one who always thought, and I never said anything, that I would get back together with you.” Christine White propped herself up and sat up as well, leaning back against the bed and hugging the covers to her body.

Baird Lane looked at her coldly, “You really are a lot more ruthless than I thought.”

Christine White hooked her lips and smiled, “Experience has made me who I am, I used to be just too sentimental and soft on people, that’s why I died nine times, now I won’t.”

“It’s also good that you’re able to defend yourself, but Christine White I’m telling you, I’m not letting go.” Baird Lane said word for word, with more than a few strands of madness in his eyes.

Christine White looked at him like this and her eyes flashed, “Really, then we’ll see if you end up letting go or if I go soft.”

“Well, that’s a bet.” Baird Lane suddenly lifted the covers.

Christine White’s eyes glazed over, then she blushed and looked away, “Rascal.”

Baird Lane’s thin lips hooked up, “What’s there to hide, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

“Can it be the same now as it was before?” Christine White yelled.

Before, he was her husband and she was fine with how she looked at him.

But now, they don’t matter anymore.

Besides, back when he was her husband, she was too embarrassed to look favorably on it.

Christine White’s baby-faced look pleases Baird Lane.

Baird Lane just stood by the bed, slowly putting his clothes back on and heading for the bathroom.

Christine White heard the door slam from the bathroom before she turned her head back.

The room was deserted, so she looked around, casually fished out a wide bathrobe from the bed and put it on, heading back next door to her own room.

When she reached her room, she too rushed towards the bathroom and got into the tub in preparation for a hot soak.

The warm water flooded her body with a comfort that almost made her yelp.

She really didn’t think that she was just drunk enough to have this happen with Baird Lane.

She’d always thought that drunkenly having this kind of thing with someone was basically something that only happened on TV, and she hadn’t realized that she’d actually experienced it herself.

What’s all this about!

Christine White covers her face.

It was an hour after the bath.

Christine White was bending over the bed to change when there was a sudden knock at the door that startled her, “Who is it?”

“Ma’am, it’s me.” Aunt Lucy returned.

Christine White breathed a sigh of relief; she’d thought it was Baird Lane again.

“Can I help you?” Christine White asked.

“Mister just got up and asked me to come over and tell you, ma’am, to go to the dining room for dinner.” Aunt Lucy said.

Christine White nodded, “Okay, I know, I’ll be right there.”

“Okay then, I’ll go first.”

Listening to the footsteps outside the door grow fainter, Christine White rubbed her brow.

She happened to be a little hungry then.

So Christine White sped up her dressing, and when she was done, she headed for the dining room.

Arriving at the restaurant, as soon as Christine White enters, she sees that Baird Lane is there.

But she pretended she didn’t see him and walked to the other side of the table to sit down with her eyes straight ahead.

Aunt Lucy quickly served her the same meal as Baird Lane and had one more thing over him, a bowl of soup, or chicken soup with red dates.

Christine White understood what was going on instantly, and her smile was forced.

She remembered that six years ago, Aunt Lucy used to give her this kind of soup after every time she talked to Baird Lane, because it replenished qi and blood.

I didn’t realize that Aunt Lucy actually had it for her now, which meant that Aunt Lucy knew about what had happened to her and Baird Lane.

Shame on you!

Christine White snapped and slumped over the table.

“What’s wrong with you?” At the sound of a voice, Baird Lane looked toward her quizzically.

Christine White raised her eyes slightly to look at him before putting her head back down.

And ask her what’s wrong!

What’s wrong with her? Doesn’t he know what’s wrong with her?

As he was thinking, the cell phone on the side suddenly rang.

Christine White straightened up, took the phone and looked at it, then answered it with a serious look, “Hello.”

Baird Lane looked at her, “Who’s calling?”

“Police station.” Christine White flew back and heard the person on the other end of the line speak, “Is this Ms. Christine Camp, please?”

“I am, and you are Officer Dong?” Christine White asked.

The person on the other end of the line returned, “It’s me.”

“What can I do for you Officer Dong?” Christine White was curious.

Calling at this hour? Is it something to do with Molly Bort?

“It’s like this Ms. Camp, according to our laws, there are some rights of gratification for some death row inmates who are about to be executed, meaning that their heart’s desires can be fulfilled under some not excessive requirements, so Molly Bort has suggested to us that she would like to meet you and Mr. Lane.” Officer Dong said in reply.

Christine White frowned and looked toward Baird Lane again, “Did she say what the purpose of meeting us was?”