Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane and Ives Norton looked at each other, neither having any intention of telling her.

Since it’s a surprise, saying it isn’t.

Christine White beamed, “Never mind if I don’t.”

“Well, why don’t you guys get some rest, I’m going to head out, I’m still waiting over at the research lab.” Ives Norton said, picking up the test tube containing Baird Lane’s blood and walking out.

The ward became quiet again.

Baird Lane touched Christine White’s head, “Tired?”

Christine White hmmm’d, “Kind of, I’m tired now that I haven’t been awake for a while.”

Baird Lane’s heart throbbed inside, but his face was gentle, “Then go to sleep.”

“Aren’t you afraid I won’t wake up from this sleep?” Christine White suddenly laughed.

Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed, “No, I’ll call for you every few moments and won’t let you fall asleep completely.”

“That’s a very unethical thing for you to do, what kind of person moves to call someone when they’re asleep.” Christine White glared at him.

Baird Lane fought back the sinking pain inside and covered her eyes, “There, sleep.”

“I’ll sleep then.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded without removing his hand.

After a while, he felt the eyelashes beneath his hand not move, and he knew she was asleep before he took his hand away.

Baird Lane’s heart ached with the tightness that came from looking at Christine White’s wasted, sleeping face.

He really wanted to yank all of Molly Bort’s ashes if it didn’t make sense to do it all!NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Hey …” Sighing heavily, Baird Lane tucked Christine White in before turning back to her hospital bed.

Soon, the next day.

Christine White was woken up in a daze.

Opening her already dimmed eyes, she saw Baird Lane’s enlarged, handsome face appear before her.

She forced a smile at him, “You’re still really yelling at me? How long have I been asleep?”

“One day.” Baird Lane replied softly.

He didn’t actually call out to her every few moments like he said he would yesterday.

But he came to check on her every few moments, to try her nostrils.

Although he knew that her last days were still a few days away, he was really afraid that she would go to sleep and not wake up.

Well, the night didn’t go the way he thought it would.

She’s alive and well.

“A day? I slept that long?” Christine White was a little surprised.

Baird Lane nods, “Yeah, you’re a good sleeper.”

Christine White looked at him, “I thought you said you were going to call me every so often. Then why didn’t you call?”

“Sheesh, you’re pretty when you’re asleep.” Baird Lane locked eyes with her and returned earnestly.

Christine White rolled her eyes in obvious disbelief, “It’s not like I don’t know what I look like right now, I look in the mirror too okay, and I look good?”

She looks like Leo Bort now, the way she saw him.

Even slimmer than Leo Bort.

How blind does he have to be to think it looks good.

Baird Lane smiled, “Well, it’s day two already, don’t want to know what my surprise for you is?”

That reminds Christine White.

Her dull eyes, at last, took on a little luster, “Think, come on, what’s the surprise?”

“You close your eyes for a moment.” Baird Lane told her.

Christine White obediently closed.

Baird Lane even put his hand on it, “to keep you from peeking, so I had to.”

“Nasty!” Christine White pouted in displeasure, but didn’t stop, letting him cover him her eyes.

Immediately afterward, she heard the ward door open, a number of people coming in, and the sound of wheels.

What kind of surprise did he have in store that he needed to push in a car?

Christine White was as curious as a cat’s paw in her heart and was tempted to just take Baird Lane’s hand away.

But she didn’t have the strength to lift her hands, so she could only think about it.

“Baird.”

It’s Ives Norton’s voice.

He’s coming too!

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “Here goes.”

“Okay, you stand still.” Ives Norton said.

The conversation between the two of them was so clouded that Christine White couldn’t make out what they were saying, but heard a rustling sound as if they were changing clothes!

Change of clothes?

She was even more curious in her mind, was Baird Lane changing his clothes?

Perhaps in answer to her suspicions, midway through Baird Lane covered her injured hand and exchanged it several times.

In other words, Baird Lane changed clothes with the help of Ives Norton.

“Okay, it’s ready, I’m going to remove my hand on the count of three, and at that point, you can open your eyes.” Baird Lane said softly to Christine White.

Christine White hmmmed, “Good.”

“One, two, three!” Baird Lane counted and took his hand away.

Christine White opened her eyes to the sight of him standing beside his hospital bed in a sharp, formal suit, smiling at her.

Christine White froze, “Why are you dressed as …”

She was just about to ask him why he was dressed like that, then she saw a pair of hands reach out, hands that were also holding a bouquet of bright red roses to hand to Baird Lane.

Baird Lane took the rose and suddenly dropped to one knee toward her.

Christine White’s pupils constricted, “What are you doing?”

“What do you see on the rose?” Ives Norton tapped Christine White on the shoulder, then pointed toward the rose, signaling her to look.

Christine White looked over, only to see that on the rose, there was actually a sparkling diamond ring sitting.

The ring has a hexagonal diamond cut and is a wedding ring.

Is he proposing to her?

Christine White looked at Baird Lane incredulously.

Baird Lane knew she had guessed, and nodded slightly, “This is the surprise I want to give you, nine years ago, when we first got married, I didn’t propose to you, so I’m making it up to you this time, I chose this ring, and the wedding dress, myself, like it?”

And a wedding dress?

Christine White’s mind boggles, “Where’s the wedding dress?”

“There it is.” Ives Norton pointed in another direction.

Only this time Christine White couldn’t see it because she was lying down.

Ives Norton dropped the tablet he was holding as he realized, and helped her up so that she was leaning against the head of the bed.

This Christine White saw, and there, by the door, a gorgeous wedding dress with a large trailing tail lay, luxurious and regal enough to be an instant favorite.

No wonder she’d just heard the sound of wheels, but it turned out that there were wheels under the racks they were using to support the wedding dress.

Christine White’s eyes were red, tears welling up in them, “Why did you suddenly think to propose to me?”

“So that’s the surprise I’ve got for you.” Baird Lane returned the favor.

Christine White looked at him, “I thought you were just plain getting me a present, I didn’t realize …”

“Surprise?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White bit her lip, “What surprise, I’m shocked, okay? What kind of person proposes to someone when they are so ugly, look at me now, is it appropriate?”

“It’s appropriate, you’re the most beautiful in my heart no matter what, and if I don’t ask you to marry me now, I won’t get the chance next time.” Baird Lane said softly.

Christine White drops her eyelids, “Yeah …”

Ives Norton was on the sidelines seeing the two like this, and his heart sank.

But he took a deep breath and steeled himself, “Okay, okay, what’s the point of talking about this, it’s Baird’s proposal day, we should be happy, Baird, what are you waiting for? Why don’t you say it yet, you still want to stay on your knees?”

“That’s right, sir, talk to the missus.” A voice came out of the tablet he was holding, too.

Christine White flinched, “Aunt Lucy?”

Ives Norton nodded, “Yes, Aunt Lucy and the others were witnesses too, you see.”

He handed the tablet over.

Christine White saw Aunt Lucy Fubo and Hugh Dong in the tablet and tears instantly collapsed, “You guys …”