Seize His Little Wife

Upon hearing this, Christine White’s eyes narrowed for a moment before she nodded, “Yeah, tomorrow is the day when all grudges are settled.”

“It’s not easy to finally come to this day.” Aunt Lucy lamented.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine White’s eyelids drooped, “It sure was hard, but we did it didn’t we?”

“That’s right ma’am you did.” Aunt Lucy patted the back of her hand, then thought of something and was overjoyed, “Molly Bort is dead so you can do the surgery ma’am.”

Christine White touched up her vaguely aching lower back, “Well, that’s true.”

Molly Bort dies so she can live with Molly Bort’s kidney.

“By the way ma’am, you know what.” Aunt Lucy suddenly came over.

Christine White looked at her, “What?”

“It’s the villa where you and Mr. used to be married.”

Hearing about this villa, Christine White frowned in disgust, “What’s wrong with this villa?”

Just the thought of the cottage Molly Bort mother and daughter had lived in for six years made her sick.

So every time I go, I’m forcing myself to be uncomfortable.

“Sir sold the villa.” Aunt Lucy said.

Christine White was slightly surprised, “Sold? When?”

“Last night, when I was bringing Mr. tea to his study, I heard him talking to Gates on the phone about it, as if Mr. disliked the villa, but I disliked it too, so I’m very supportive of Mr. selling it.” Aunt Lucy laughed.

Christine White narrowed her eyes, “So after the sale, he’s going to re-buy?”

“Not buying it, from what Mr. seems to be saying, it seems like he plans to live in the old mansion for the rest of his life, and if you ask me, living in the old mansion is the right thing to do, the old mansion is after all, the foundation of The Lane Family.” Aunt Lucy replied.

Christine White feels the same way.

The old mansion was not far from the military area next to it, so there was no need to worry about security, and she didn’t have to worry about security when little baby lived here.

“Well ma’am, enough about you for now, I’m going to the kitchen to see how the second youngest’s tonic soup is coming along.” Aunt Lucy got up.

Christine White hmmmed, “Go ahead.”

She didn’t stay in the parlor much longer after Aunt Lucy left, and after finishing her tea, she got up and went out as well.

But instead of going back to her room, she drove to the office for a little meeting.

After the meeting, Ives Norton called.

“Sorry Christine, I was experimenting earlier and didn’t check my cell phone.” Ives Norton’s tired voice came through.

Christine White felt that he was about to fall asleep, and was a little worried, “Have you been experimenting for a long time?”

Ives Norton laughed bitterly, “There’s no way, those people under the military’s control who have contracted the virus have already died two times, and there are still a few whose condition is even more serious, if we don’t research the serum quickly, the military who has been in contact with them will also be infected, and then it will be troublesome.”

“So have you worked out the beginnings?” Christine White asked.

Ives Norton rubbed his brow, “Not yet, but the analysis of the virus is a little more understanding, I believe that in a period of time, there must be progress, after all, it is a new type of virus, no one has been exposed to it before, and it must not be so easy to study the serum temporarily.”

“You’re right, unfortunately I can’t do much to help you.” Christine White sighs.

Ives Norton smiled, “Your condolences are the biggest favor you can do me.”

“You’re really good at talking, come on, go get some rest, I don’t have much energy to listen to you.” Christine White cried and laughed.

Ives Norton nodded, “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

“Uh-huh.”

The call ended and Christine White dropped her cell phone, shaking her head with a lost smile.

Soon, it was afternoon.

Christine White turned off her computer and prepared to go back to the old mansion.

But somehow, the moment she got up again, she suddenly felt a moment of vertigo, and she hastily held onto the desk so that she didn’t let herself fall.

Soon, though, the dizziness had disappeared and she was back to normal, before picking up her bag and walking out of the office.

She didn’t take the dizziness to heart, in her opinion, it should just be a dizziness caused by sitting for a long time, so all of a sudden she stood up all of a sudden, it wasn’t a big deal.

Back at the old mansion, just in time for dinner, but Baird Lane hadn’t returned yet.

I don’t know what happened to The Lane Family Group, but after leaving in the morning, I’m surprised they haven’t come back at this hour.

Christine White didn’t think much of it, though, and after dinner, she went to her room to wash up and go to bed.

Hugh Dong has been very clingy to Bao lately, and Bao has slept with Hugh Dong for the past two nights.

So she didn’t have to worry about whether Bao slept or not, she had Hugh Dong as her second uncle.

In the middle of the night, the door to Christine White’s room opened and a tall figure walked in against the moonlight.

The figure first walked and stopped by the bed, slightly lowering his head and staring at the woman on the bed with bright, deep eyes for a moment before turning in the direction of the bathroom.

Soon there was the sound of clattering water in the bathroom as the man appeared to be washing up.

After another moment, the sound of water stopped and the bathroom door opened, the figure came out of it wearing a black bathrobe, rubbing his hair as he went.

When he was done with his hair, he dropped the towel and retraced his steps to the bed, lifting the covers and laying back down before taking Christine White into his arms.

The next day, Christine White woke up with the feeling that she was being held.

She didn’t panic, didn’t even change her face.

Because she knew who it was that was holding her.

There’s nothing else but Baird Lane, the guy who climbs into her bed every day, and she’s used to it.

Christine White, having little fear of waking Baird Lane, grabbed his hand and tossed it straight to the side before lifting the covers and sitting up.

With all this commotion, Baird Lane would naturally not be unfeeling.

She frowned before opening her eyes and getting up, “You’re awake?”

Christine White ignored him and went straight to dressing.

She hadn’t forgotten his threat yesterday.

Baird Lane was not about to let her go however, pulling her arm and, to her consternation, pinning her back down on the bed and rolling over to pin her underneath him, “It’s still early, sleep a little longer?”

He didn’t seem to be awake yet, and his voice was still raspy at this moment, sounding very provocative.

Christine White couldn’t deny that she was aroused, but on her face, she didn’t react, looking at him faintly, “If you want to sleep you do it yourself, I’m up.”

With that, she reached out and pushed him.

But his chest was so hard she couldn’t push, and instead pushed out a sweat.

Baird Lane’s eyes darkened as he looked at Christine White, whose cheeks were slightly reddened, before he lowered his head and kissed her before she could react.

Christine White, confused by the kiss, lay there frozen, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Soon, Baird Lane is no longer satisfied with just a kiss.

Morning men were already easy to tease, and right now, he wanted more.

So Baird Lane held Christine White close, kissing her harder, and one hand, somehow, burrowed into her dress.

By the time Christine White reacted, she was nearly stripped naked by him, and it was even too late for her to struggle.

An hour or so later, Baird Lane lay insatiably on top of Christine White.

Christine White’s cheeks were flushed, her little mouth slightly open, and she kept gasping for air, as if she were tired.

Baird Lane buried his head in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent and filling his entire heart.

After a break, Christine White doesn’t know where the strength came from and pushes Baird Lane off her body.

Baird Lane lay beside her and saw her sit up and get dressed and wasn’t stopping her from getting up anymore.

After Christine White got dressed, she stood up on the edge of the bed with her discomfort, her gaze mockingly looking at the man on the bed, “President Lane, I really don’t know if you can really lay your hands on a woman like me, don’t you feel disgusted by the scars on my body?”