Seize His Little Wife

“Didn’t I tell you on the phone?” Baird Lane looked at him.

Ives Norton rolled his eyes, “What did you tell me? You didn’t say anything at all on the phone, you just told me that this was coming over.”

“Yeah.” Baird Lane nodded, and then this told him what had happened.

Ives Norton gave him a thumbs up after hearing that, “Awesome, you couples are awesome.”

“Thanks for the compliment.” Baird Lane grinned as he gripped the pill bottle.

Ives Norton’s eyes rolled, “Baird, why don’t I stay tonight too, and help you get him drunk together?”

“Whatever.” Baird Lane’s thin lips parted and he dropped two words lightly.

Ives Norton slapped his thighs, “Then it’s a deal!”

Baird Lane ignored him.

In the evening, Bess Camp prepares to come to the old Dong family home.

Christine White hands Po over to Aunt Lucy and the others, then joins Baird Lane, Hugh Dong, and Ives Norton in the dining room.

Bess Camp had already arrived at the dining room with the maids and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when she saw the four enter.

“So many people practicing, huh?” Bess Camp pushed up her glasses.

Ives Norton walked over to him and gave him a self-satisfied pat on the shoulder, “We’re all friends, and you’re not welcome when a friend tramples for you, are you?”

“No.” Bess Camp laughed a little.

Hugh Dong pressed his hand, “Alright, sit down, the food is being served.”

With those words, he took the lead and pulled out his chair and sat down.

The four Christine Whites were also seated one by one.

Soon a fine dish was served.

Baird Lane opens a bottle of red wine, pours each a glass, and hands it over.

When he handed it to Bess Camp again, he dropped a tiny pill in it while Bess Camp wasn’t thinking.

The pill melted into the water, and in a few seconds it blended into the wine and disappeared, and the wine was still not visible to change in the slightest, and even Ives Norton had said that even the flavor of the wine would not change.

So they weren’t worried about Bess Camp sensing anything was wrong.

Sure enough, Bess Camp took the drink unsuspectingly.

Christine White stood up with a light cough, “Brother, tomorrow you’ll be going back with mom and dad, and we’ll rarely see each other in the future, so here’s to you!”

With that, she stood up and handed out her glass to Bess Camp.

Bess Camp laughed a little, also stood up, and she clinked a glass, tilted his head to drink the quilt on the drink, “In the future, want to me and Mom and Dad, at any time to come back to see me, even if it is not possible to go, as long as you say a word, I and Mom and Dad, will also rush over to see you.”

Christine White’s heart fluttered, a little touched, a little guilty.

Touched that he was so good to him, and guilty that he actually counted on him.

But it’s done, there’s no use in feeling guilty, you just have to keep going.

Thinking, she gave the three Baird Lane’s a look.

After nodding knowingly, all three men raised their glasses and toasted toward Bess Camp.

Bess Camp wondered why the three of them were so enthusiastic though, after all, with the exception of Baird Lane, he and Ives NortonHugh Dong, both, weren’t really particularly familiar with each other, limited to acquaintances.

But he couldn’t help but drink when they toasted so enthusiastically, and could only accept them one by one with a smile.

So four drinks down, and with that pill, Bess Camp was starting to feel dizzy.

Christine White’s eyes rolled, “Are you drunk, brother?”

Bess Camp slumped over the table, “Kind of, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m having an extraordinarily bad drinking day.”

“It could be that I’m a little high on the alcohol.” Baird Lane added with a glint in his eye.

Ives Norton coughed low on his lips, “Yeah, high enough to get people drunk on a few drinks.”

Hugh Dong nodded along.

Bess Camp pinched her brow, “Christine, please send someone to take me back to the hotel later.”

“Rest here tonight.” Baird Lane started before Christine White could answer.

Christine White hurriedly agreed, “Right brother, just rest here, if you go back to the hotel drunk, mom and dad will be worried, I’ll call mom and dad in a while to say something.”

“All right, then, please.” Bess Camp waved her hand and didn’t insist.

Christine White said it was nothing, took out her cell phone, and called Timothy’s father and mother right in front of him, telling them that Bess Camp wasn’t coming home tonight.

Knowing that Bess Camp was staying at the old mansion, Tim’s father and mother naturally had no objections, so the call was soon over.

When it was over, Baird Lane realized that Bess Camp wasn’t drunk enough and was still conscious, so he poured him another drink.

Bess Camp was shaking his head to stop drinking, but after Hugh Dong and Ives Norton looked at each other, the two of them either persuaded or forced the wine down Bess Camp’s throat.

Christine White covered her eyes with her hand to keep from looking.

But Baird Lane is watching with great interest.

It wasn’t long before Bess Camp was finally completely drunk and conscious.

Baird Lane padded over and called out to him first, and he only responded twice.

Then Baird Lane spoke up, “Bess Camp, Christine and I are going out for our honeymoon, how about you stay home and help run Christine’s company?”

Christine White hurriedly held up her cell phone to record the video.

Hugh Dong and Ives Norton are both resigned to the couple’s shamelessness and lack of boundaries.

At the same time, they were glad in their hearts that they didn’t use this method to count them.

Thinking about it, the two men cast sympathetic glances at Bess Camp.

Bess Camp rolled over on her back on the table, unable to hear what Baird Lane was saying, and subconsciously hmmm’d.

Baird Lane’s thin lips hooked as he confirmed, “You really agreed to help Christine run the company?”

“Uh-huh.” Bess Camp nodded and hmmmed again.

Baird Lane sat back in his chair, “Thank you then.”

“Uh-huh.” Bess Camp responded the same way.

Christine White put her cell phone away contentedly.

Baird Lane chucked a piece of meat onto her plate, “Your brother agreed, show him the video tomorrow.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I know.” Christine White nodded and happily ate his addition.

The corners of Ives Norton and Hugh Dong’s mouths twitched as they heard the couple’s conversation.

What do you mean Bess Camp agreed.

That wasn’t even an agreement from the person, okay, it was a subconscious response.

This couple is just shameless.

But they’re no better. They deserve a lot of credit for Bess Camp being so drunk.

In the time since, Bess Camp has fallen asleep on the table and Christine White has had a great time eating for four.

After eating, Ives Norton stayed the night after Baird Lane had Bess Camp sent back to his room.

After all, there’s no way to drive when you’ve been drinking.

And with so many rooms in the old mansion, it’s okay to stay overnight.

Back in the room, Christine White and Baird Lane went to look in Bo’s room first.

By this time, little baby had already fallen asleep, and the couple just looked at the door for a while without going in to disturb them, so they quickly and quietly closed the door again and left, going back to their own rooms.

Once inside, Baird Lane pressed Christine White against the door and kissed her as soon as the door closed.

“Oooh …” Christine White was all out of breath from his kisses and put her hands against his shoulders, trying to push him away.

But the man sensed her intention and directly grabbed her hand bureau above her head. Kissing harder.

After several moments, Baird Lane finally released Christine White just as she was about to turn her back.

Christine White’s body slid slowly down the door panel to the floor, sitting on the ground gasping for air, her small face flushed.

After a while, her anger subsided and she raised her head, glaring at the man in displeasure, “What are you doing?”

The man touched the corner of his mouth with his thumb, “Kiss you.”

“I didn’t brush my teeth, and you can kiss me?” Christine White skimmed her mouth without a good look.