Seize His Little Wife

Christine White’s eyes revealed a cold light, “Didn’t he claim to want my mom’s forgiveness? Then let him be with my mom?”

“You mean you want to bury him next to your mom?” Baird Lane’s expression was subtle.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

The corners of Christine White’s mouth quirked up coldly, “That’s right.”

“But the spot next to your mom’s has already been bought.” Baird Lane said, “Don’t tell me you’re trying to overpay.”

“You’re right, I’m just going to overpay for the spot next to my mom.” Christine White returned.

Baird Lane frowned, “Why do you have to do this, Leo Bort doesn’t have that kind of qualification to cost you that kind of money.”

“You don’t understand… I thought he had to make amends… I’ll make him make amends to my mom for the rest of his life.” Christine White sneered.

Baird Lane was a little confused as to what she was trying to do and didn’t ask, but instead took out his cell phone and asked Gates to contact the family at the location next to Ella Smith’s headstone.

When that family member heard that someone was willing to buy that cemetery plot at a high price, they didn’t say a word, they just agreed to resell it, and then they took the ashes of their elders away at a rapid pace.

It was the next day after Leo Bort was cremated.

The day before, instead, it was sent to the hospital for Ives Norton to remove Leo Bort’s organs as stated in his will.

It just so happened that there was an old man about Leo Bort’s age in the hospital who needed a pair of corneas, and then Leo Bort’s corneas came in handy.

In the mausoleum, Christine White clutches a bouquet of flowers in her hands and looks at the headstone in front of her with red eyes.

“Mom, are you happy that I’ve avenged you?” Christine White crouched her body down and slowly placed the flowers in front of Ella Smith’s tombstone.

Baird Lane stood right behind her, quiet and keeping her company.

Christine White spoke to Ella Smith for a few moments before turning her head and looking at the tombstone next to her.

The headstone next to it is nearly half as short as Ella Smith’s, which is the same length as the other headstones in the mausoleum.

That said, this headstone, the shortest in the mausoleum, stands out in a sea of identical headstones.

The name on this headstone is Leo Bort.

She was making it possible to make tombstones like this.

Didn’t he want to be down there begging for her mom’s forgiveness?

Then she’d come to his aid and make him forever shorter than her mother.

She’s such a dutiful daughter.

The corners of Christine White’s mouth ticked coldly before she stopped looking at Leo Bort and returned her gaze to Ella Smith’s gravestone, her eyes reddening once more as she looked at the picture of Ella Smith.

Boom!

The sky suddenly rang with a loud thunder.

Christine White didn’t move and Baird Lane looked up, saw the gray sky and frowned, “Christine, let’s go back, it’s going to rain.”

“You go back, I’ll stay here and keep my mom company.” Christine White said without looking back.

Baird Lane pursed his lips, “You’ll catch a cold.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Christine White was unmoved.

Baird Lane pinched his temples somewhat helplessly and lifted his feet toward the path.

Christine White craned her head slightly to look at his back and watched him walk away, her slightly pale lips pursing as if she was a little upset.

Soon, though, she put the upset behind her again.

She felt really pretentious.

These days Baird Lane chases after her. Wherever she goes, he follows.

Over time, she had gotten used to it, and now that he had suddenly left her and gone off on his own, she was still unhappy in her heart in turn.

What is she if not pretentious?

Who is she to be upset and who is she to be upset?

They don’t have any relationship now, isn’t it normal for him to leave, should he stay here and stay with her in the rain?

At the thought, Christine White slapped her cheeks and took her mind back to Ella Smith’s tombstone.

It was good that Baird Lane was gone; there were some things to say about her feelings that she wasn’t comfortable saying to his face.

Now that he’s gone, she can talk as much as she wants, to her mom.

Though she knew that her mom wouldn’t answer her.

Boom!

Another blast of thunder.

This time the rain followed the thunder.

At the beginning, the rain was so light that it drenched my head and I only felt it a little bit.

But behind them, the rain grew heavier and denser, soon wetting the ground.

Christine White was naturally drenched, and with the weather turning cold, the cold made her shiver.

Just as she shrank back, ready to leave, she suddenly felt no more rain on her head.

What’s going on?

Christine White looked up to see a large black umbrella that was helping to keep all the rain off of her.

She suddenly realized something and turned to see Baird Lane standing behind her and was handing her a jacket, “Put it on.”

Christine White subconsciously results in her jacket, “What are you … here?”

“Haven’t I always?” Baird Lane asked rhetorically.

Christine White’s lips twitched, “You’ve obviously just left haven’t you?”

Baird Lane laughed, “I’m just going to get an umbrella, I have no intention of leaving, besides, you’re still here, how can I leave without you, I already lost you six years ago, I won’t this time, wherever you are, I’ll be there.”

The corners of Christine White’s mouth tugged as if she were smiling.

She then lowered her head and seemed to be crying again.

Only her face was covered in rain, so she couldn’t tell if there were any tears.

After a moment, she looked up, her voice a little choked, “Let’s go.”

“Not staying with Mom?” Baird Lane looked behind her to the tombstone.

This mom, he called out extremely well.

Christine White shook her head and didn’t correct his address, “I’m cold.”

“Come on, then.” Baird Lane took her hand and headed for the path.

By the time they reached the car, Baird Lane was pretty much soaked through.

The rain was so heavy that it hit the ground with a splash, and with the fact that he’d given her most of his umbrella, it was a wonder he didn’t get wet.

Looking at Baird Lane like this, Christine White is not untouched inside.

She took her handkerchief out of her bag and handed it to him, “Wipe it off.”

Baird Lane said nothing and took the handkerchief.

But instead of wiping himself, he wiped the water from her face.

“You …”

“Don’t move!” Baird Lane whispered.

Christine White dutifully stayed still, letting him rub it all over her face.

When she had finished wiping, she held out her hand and was just about to say something about asking him to give her the handkerchief, which after all was already wet.

But when he didn’t expect it, Baird Lane actually wiped his own face again with the same handkerchief that had wiped hers.

Christine White’s little face was red, red hot, and even her head felt dizzy.

She felt like she was being bashful with his actions.

She’d never thought before that a man with a slight cleanliness fetish would actually do this.

“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane saw that Christine White had been staring at herself and twisted her head toward her.

Christine White shook her head, her voice a little husky, “Nothing,.”

“Nothing Why is your face so red?” Baird Lane asked her.

Christine White touched her face, and it did burn, but again, she didn’t know what to say.

She couldn’t say that she was blushing from his actions.

Seeing that Christine White was silent, Baird Lane put down her handkerchief, “Is it sick?”

“No put.” Christine White shook her head.

However, this shaking made her feel even more dizzy, and there was even a feeling of nausea.

Baird Lane noticed something was wrong and reached out to wipe his hand on her forehead, and at that touch, looked grave, “You have a fever?”

“Can’t be.” Christine White was a little disbelieving, “How long have I been in the rain, and how did I get a fever, not so fast?”

“It’s a real fever, touch yourself!” Baird Lane put his hand down.

Christine White reached out and touched her forehead, her forehead was so hot she put her hand down in a hurry, “And a real fever.”