Seize His Little Wife

“I don’t mind you.” Baird Lane raised his eyes and smiled softly.

Christine White stood up holding the door panel, “I diaphragm, I’m going to brush my teeth.”

“Together.” Baird Lane followed her.

Christine White didn’t stop him and let him be, after all, it was just brushing his teeth.

But soon, she thought otherwise.

Once in the bathroom, Baird Lane did brush her teeth with her at first, but by the end of the day, it was more than that.

Because how he wouldn’t go out after brushing his teeth and said he wanted to take a shower.

Christine White says she’s getting out, but Baird Lane pulls her into a hug and turns on the shower.

Soon Christine White’s clothes were soaked and all stuck to her body, and her hair was soaked and plastered to her face and neck.

She glared at the man, “What are you doing?”

“Take a shower together.” The man smiled evilly and tugged at the tie around his neck.

Christine White grunted, “Wash yourself if you want to, I’m going out, I’ll do it later.”

“Don’t go.” Baird Lane pulled her back, “You’re soaked anyway, wash up before you go out.”

With that, he made a move to undress her.

Christine White couldn’t even stop herself in time, he was just too fast with that movement, and in no time at all, Christine White was stripped naked by him.

Christine White ahs and subconsciously tries to cover her body.

But Baird Lane stopped her, “Don’t cover up, you’re my wife, where I haven’t seen.”

He said as he surveyed Christine White’s body.

Baird Lane’s thin lips curled as he looked at the marks on her body.

Because these are the ones he left behind last night.

But as his eyes moved down and saw the scar there on her waist and stomach, the smile on his face narrowed again and he held her tightly in his arms with heartache, “When we get back from our honeymoon, how about we go see Dr. Pitre?”

“You want to get my scar fixed sooner?” Christine White said quietly, leaning into his arms, her eyelids drooping a little coldly.

Baird Lane hmmm’d.

Christine White bit her lower lip, “What, you’re disgusted with it?”

Baird Lane heard the tremor in her voice and knew she had misunderstood something, gently pushing her away before lifting her chin and looking down into her eyes, “I don’t dislike it, it’s you who really dislikes it, and that’s where you subconsciously cover up every time I look at your body.”

Christine White’s pupils constricted for a moment, then she lowered her head, unable to speak.

The scar, before she was married to him, was not something she had taken to heart at all, and even earlier, its existence had been a reminder of the directional markers of her vengeance.

But as she let go of her hatred later on, after she re-accepted him in her heart, every time she looked at the scar, it was not right, and her heart began to become worried and inferior, just afraid that he would not like it, and his eyes would show dislike.

So every time she did it, she either closed her own eyes or used her hand to block the scar, in order not to look at the dislike in his eyes, or to let him see her scar show his dislike.

Seeing that Christine White stopped talking and her body was still trembling slightly, Baird Lane quickly knew what she was thinking and took her face in both hands and told her seriously.

“Don’t worry, I’ve never disliked you, and I indirectly caused your scars, so who am I to dislike them, but I know you can’t get out of your own mind, that’s why I want to take you to see Dr. Pitre.”

“I know, go on then.” Christine White took his hand.

Baird Lane reclaimed her in his arms and kissed her forehead, “Not until after the honeymoon.”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White smiled and nodded.

Baird Lane grabbed a side of body wash and squeezed a little onto her, rubbing it on her to help her bathe.

Christine White squirmed, “I’ll do it myself.”

“Husband washed it for you, and I washed it for you this morning, too.” Baird Lane said nothing about letting her do it herself.

Christine White looked at him with blank eyes, “You do you wash me and won’t do anything to me ah?”

A dark light crossed Baird Lane’s eyes and faded, “OK, I’m sure, I’m glad you had a hard time last night, I know you’re physically tired, I’m not going to touch you tonight, take a shower and get some rest.”

Christine White couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at his obviously responsive body, yet he was still forcing himself to not move her, “Never mind, seeing as how you’re all about me, I’ve decided to reward you tonight.”

“Hmm?” Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed, “Reward me?”

“Yeah, don’t you want it?” Christine White lifted her chin provocatively.

A dark light flashed in Baird Lane’s eyes, “Yes, why not, since Lord Wife has said so, then naturally I am respectful.”

When he finished, he cupped her chin and lowered his head to kiss her.

It was another crazy night.

The bathroom, the carpet, the bed, all left traces of the two of them, and it wasn’t until it was almost dawn that Baird Lane let Christine White go.

Christine White lay in his arms and fell asleep.

After sleeping in until ten o’clock the next morning, the couple finally got up, cleaned up and went out to the dining room, where Bess Camp was also there, sitting in a state of disarray.

Christine White walked over and tapped Bess Camp on the shoulder, “Didn’t sleep well, brother?”

Bess Camp shook her head, “No, it’s just that when I got up, I was a little dizzy and I’m still not well, I drank too much last night to save my life.”

Baird Lane poured himself a glass of water.

But before she could drink, the glass of water was snatched up by Christine White and served to Bess Camp.

Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed a little at the sight of this, in a rather condescending manner.

But Christine White ignored him, and while Bess Camp was drinking, said with some embarrassment, “Brother, I’ve done something wrong.”

Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.

She wants to give an account of what happened last night, an account?

“Yes?” Bess Camp looked at Christine White suspiciously.

Christine White took a deep breath, “Here’s the thing, last night I …”

She spilled the beans about getting him drunk last night.

Bess Camp’s eyes widened, “You guys got me drunk on purpose, why?”

“Because I want you to help run the company, brother, and Baird and I want to go on our honeymoon.” Christine White took a breath and spelled out her purpose.

The corner of Bess Camp’s mouth twitched, “You’re such a good sister to me.”

With that, he looked back to Baird Lane, “You can be a real good brother-in-law to me, too.”

Christine White lowered her head, “I’m sorry brother, I was worried you wouldn’t say yes.”

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Baird Lane stepped forward and held Christine White back, “But you already promised.”

“When?” Bess Camp asked.

“Last night.” Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched as he slowly spat out two words.

Bess Camp looped her arms, “No way, I don’t remember that.”

“Of course you didn’t, you’re drunk, wife, show him the video.”

“Oh.” Christine White responded, pulling out her cell phone and showing Bess Camp what she’d recorded last night.

Bess Camp saw herself in the video, in a drunken stupor, being set up by the two of them to say yes, and the whole thing went ballistic, “You guys …”

“It’s a promise you made yourself, you can’t go back on it.” Baird Lane interrupted with a smirk.

Christine White nodded along.

Bess Camp, her face red with anger, looked at them, then at the phone in front of her, and finally resigned herself to her fate.

Yeah, that’s what he promised himself.

It was a set-up to agree, but who let him be unsuspecting himself.

But he swore he’d never drink with the couple again.

At that moment, Aunt Lucy came in from outside, “Sir, ma’am, Mr. and Mrs. Toki are here.”