Seize His Little Wife

The priest looked at the couple who showed their love for each other and nodded, “And now, I pronounce Mr. Baird Lane and Miss Christine Camp, officially husband and wife!”

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The staff rang the bells representing happiness, and the sound of the bells stretched out and carried far.

Next, there was the bouquet toss.

Christine White smiled as she swept over the people below, all with their hands outstretched, wanting bouquets, then turned and threw the bouquets high into the air.

The bouquet fell onto Hugh Dong’s hand, and his whole body froze.

Because bouquets are thrown to unmarried girls, what’s a big guy doing with one.

“Christine,” Hugh Dong said as he stepped forward with the bouquet and tried to give it back to Christine White so she could re-throw it again.

Then before the words could come out of his mouth, he was interrupted by Baird Lane’s dark face, “Is Christine what you called her, your sister-in-law so soon forgotten?”

The corner of Hugh Dong’s mouth twitched, looking at this careful man in front of him speechlessly, “I’m not just not used to calling it that, so I suddenly changed my mouth, do you need to look at me like that?”

Baird Lane grunted.

Christine White patted him, “Well, don’t bother with Hugh Dong, it’s just a name, I don’t even care.”

“I count, you’re my wife.” Baird Lane wrapped his arms around her waist.

Christine White cried and laughed, “Okay, okay, everyone’s watching, just let go of me.”

As she said, people were indeed watching, and smiling, but in a good-natured way.

They’ve never seen Baird Lane like this.

Baird Lane used to be cold and unapproachable to anyone.

But now the legs go a cold, but became grounded up, really is a brine point tofu, one thing to another ah.

Seeing that Baird Lane wouldn’t let go of himself, Christine White had no choice but to go along with it, turning her head to Hugh Dong, “What were you about to say?”

“This bouquet, you’re re-throwing it again.” Hugh Dong handed the bouquet to Christine White.

Christine White, however, shook her head, “That’s what I threw at you specifically.”

“Me?” Hugh Dong froze.

Baird Lane let go of Christine White and looked at him, “Your sister-in-law just made a point of seeing where you were and threw it your way.”

“Exactly.” Christine White nodded.

Hugh Dong looked down at the bouquet in his hand, a little puzzled, “Why?”

“Because I want you to be happy.” Christine White finished, and without further explanation, went down with Baird Lane to make a toast.

Hugh Dong stood still and fumed, Ives Norton came over and patted him on the shoulder, “OK, don’t fume, give you a bouquet and you’re still not happy, look at me, I don’t have anything yet.”

At that, Hugh Dong suddenly swept away his inner complex and smiled, “You didn’t that’s what you deserved.”

With that, he dropped Ives Norton’s hand and walked away.

Ives Norton looks at his back, gives him the middle finger, and leaves as well.

The newlyweds made a toast, and naturally, as guests, they had to go to their seats and wait it out.

This wedding, so the curtain fell, the outside world all know, The Lane Family Group president, and married, and held a century wedding, the bride is still overseas The Camp Family’s daughter, strong combination, so people are not praise.

In the evening, Christine White helped a drunken Baird Lane back to her room, threw the man on the bed, and prepared to go change out of the wedding dress she was wearing.

Baird Lane, however, suddenly opens his eyes and grabs Christine White’s hand, pulling her downward into his arms and rolling her over onto her back in one fluid motion.

Christine White was all confused and blinked at the man on top of her, “You’re not drunk?”

“Drunk, but not all the way drunk.” Baird Lane buried his head in the crook of her neck and returned with a low chuckle, his voice so dulcet and magnetic that one’s bones didn’t crisp up at the sound of it.

Christine White scowled as she felt the man’s nibbles, “Baird, you get up first.”

“Don’t.” Baird Lane didn’t move and looked up at her after nipping at her neck, “Tonight is our wedding night, I’ve waited so long for this, how do you think I’m going to get up.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Christine White blushed a little and nudged him gently, “But I haven’t changed yet.”

Baird Lane looked at the white wedding gown she was wearing, his gaze dark and palpitating, the knot in his throat moved and his voice was hoarse, “You’re fine like this, beautiful.”

Without him, trying to tear it apart.

As it turned out, Baird Lane did just that, grabbing the tulle of his skirt in his big hands and yanking hard.

Christine White only heard a tearing sound, and the tulle of her wedding dress, was ripped off a large piece by him.

She was all stunned, mouth wide open, “Baird Lane, what are you doing …”

Before the words were finished, Baird Lane couldn’t hold back any longer and lowered his head to kiss her, blocking out any words she hadn’t finished.

Christine White whimpered twice and pushed him away, wearing a ragged breath and a red smile, “I haven’t showered yet!”

“No more washing.” Baird Lane dropped those three words and lowered his head again, kissing her.

His kisses were dominant and strong and aggressive, kisses that made Christine White’s head spin and her eyes start to wander.

After a while, she completely lost her mind and began to respond upstairs to his neck.

And her response, as if it were some kind of encouragement, first caused Baird Lane to pause for a moment and then to kiss harder, while his hands were not idle, tugging roughly and sharply at her wedding dress.

Soon, Christine White’s wedding dress, was ripped to shreds by Baird Lane, white gowns flopping all over the floor, and finally he unzipped her back and took her wedding dress off completely, throwing it on the floor.

This night, Baird Lane was almost relentlessly demanding, thought this night, he had waited for so many years, how could he resist now that the one he loved was in his arms.

Christine White was tossed around by Baird Lane and passed out and woke up several times until it was almost dawn before Baird Lane completely rolled over her.

“Tired?” Baird Lane asked gently as he stroked Christine White’s sweaty face.

Christine White rolled her eyes, not wanting to talk to him.

She wasn’t just tired, she was so sore she couldn’t even move, and he knew it.

Christine White’s look pleases Baird Lane, who smiles lowly and plays with her hair.

Christine White inclined her head slightly, “Don’t continue, I’m trying to get some sleep.”

“Take a shower before you go to sleep.” With that, Baird Lane bent down and picked her up.

Christine White rested her head wearily against the hall of his bare chest, her eyes slightly closed.

Knowing that he was going to give her a bath, she didn’t refuse because she just didn’t have the strength.

He’s going to wash her, so let’s do it and save her the trouble of doing it.

Baird Lane fills the tub with water, puts Christine White in, and then follows in himself.

The bathtub is so big that three or four people can wash together with no problem at all.

Baird Lane lay down below and let a limp Christine White lie on top of him so that there was no fear that she would slip into the water and choke on it.

A disengaged Christine White was good, doing whatever Baird Lane said, letting Baird Lane do whatever he wanted to do to her, and not opening her eyes to him.

Baird Lane looked at Christine White like this and couldn’t help but kiss her on the forehead and murmur dotingly, “So lazy.”

Christine White heard him and finally opened her eyes and glared at him poutingly, “Is it because I’m lazy or you’re just too much, if you hadn’t tossed me around last night, would I be like this?”

Baird Lane laughed, “It’s my fault, don’t move, get a good soak and regain some strength.”

Christine White grunted, kept quiet, and let him go.

Suddenly, she felt Baird Lane’s eyes were out of place, and her pretty brows furrowed as she wrenched her eyes towards the man.