Seize His Little Wife

It’s okay for that Nana Dodge to come back, but he better not be looking for trouble, and if he is, then don’t blame him.

Baird Lane put his phone down and went back to Christine White on the bed, watching her mouth move and her icy brow soften before he went over and leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead.

The next day, Christine White finally woke up.

Waking up with an arm shackled around her waist, leaving her unable to move.

She opened her eyes and inclined her head to see that it was Baird Lane and smiled slightly.

“Awake?” Baird Lane didn’t open his eyes, released the hand on her waist and sat up from the bed.

Christine White hmmm’d, “Wake up, good morning hubby.”

“Good morning wife.” Baird Lane lifted her chin and lowered his head about to kiss her.

Christine White hurriedly covered her mouth from his kiss.

Baird Lane’s eyes sank, “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t brush my teeth!” Christine White buzzed.

The cold sink under Baird Lane’s eyes dissipated and he smiled, “It’s okay, I don’t mind you and I didn’t brush.”

With that, he was about to remove her hand.

Christine White wasn’t as strong as he was, and his hand was easily removed.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips while his other hand pulled the covers up and over himself and Christine White.

“Well!” Christine White’s eyes widened as if asking what he wanted.

Baird Lane had a smile in his eyes and quickly answered with action.

He wants to do his morning exercise.

Christine White was naturally reluctant, but couldn’t resist the man’s strength and was eventually taken for a ride.

It was nearing noon when the man was finally satisfied and stopped.

Christine White lay beside him, tired and hungry, her eyes barely open.

Baird Lane took her into his arms, “Hungry?”

Christine White rolled her eyes, “What do you think?”

She’d been sleeping since she’d gotten on the plane yesterday, and hadn’t eaten for almost a day and a night, and she’d woken up in the morning already hungry, and after he’d dragged her into a hearty fuck, she’d run out of energy long before now.

“Wait, I’ll order lunch.” Baird Lane kissed Christine White on the cheek, got up, reached for his bedside cell phone, and called the hotel front desk to order lunch.

After ordering lunch, Baird Lane dropped his cell phone, then lifted the covers and got out of bed naked, bending over and about to hug Christine White.

Christine White’s eyes widened, “What are you doing?”

“Carry you to the shower, and when you’re done, pretty much lunch will be served.” Baird Lane replied looking at her.

“No, I can do it myself.” Christine White shook her head, not wanting him to hold her.

Who knows if he’ll do that to her again after the hug.

Seeing Christine White’s deadpan reluctance, Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed, then looked at her with a smirk, “Are you sure you can do it yourself?”

“OK!” Christine White nodded without hesitation.

Baird Lane’s thin lips curled slightly, “So you get up and try?”

“Just get up!” Christine White grunted, then braced herself to get up

As a result, the arms were all weak and the body got up just a little bit before falling back.

The smile in Baird Lane’s eyes grew stronger, “How’s that for a rise?”

Christine White bit her lip, “You knew I didn’t have the strength to say that.”

Baird Lane was noncommittal and rubbed her hair, “Okay, stop it, I’d better carry you.”

For once, Christine White didn’t say anything more and dutifully stretched her arms out for him to hug.

She didn’t care, she was slimy and had no strength, so she had to let him do it for her, even if he wanted to do whatever he wanted to do.

She doesn’t care!

I thought that Baird Lane this really would do something to her while taking a bath, however, to Christine White’s surprise, in the end, Baird Lane didn’t do anything to her, and was really serious about giving her a bath, wrapping her in a towel and carrying her back to her room.

After carrying her back to her room, Baird Lane himself then went back to the bathroom and showered himself.

By the time he came out of the shower, the hotel’s lunch had been delivered, and it was extremely scrumptious, so one couldn’t help but eat it just by looking at it.

“Eat.” Baird Lane handed Christine White a stack of knives and forks.

Christine White hmmm’d, took it and opened it.

Baird Lane sat across from her, picked up the corkscrew and opened a bottle of red wine, “Want some?”

Christine White thought about it, hesitated, but nodded, “Have some.”

“Good.” Baird Lane picked up a wine glass and poured it for her.

Christine White took it but held up her glass, “Cheers.”

“Cheers!” Baird Lane grinned, raised his own glass, and gently clinked it with hers.

Christine White then tilted her head, took a sip of her wine, and then set her glass down to continue eating.

“Where do you want to hang out later?” Baird Lane asked.

Christine White cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth, “I heard it’s a traditional holiday in this country and there’s a big event at night right?”

“Right.” Baird Lane nods.

This, too, he had heard of.

“Well, how about we go out and just hang out during the day, and then attend the event at night?” Christine White looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Baird Lane smiled, “Yes, as long as you like.”

“Then it’s decided.” Christine White clapped her hands.

Then the two packed up and headed out the door.

There will be only a ten hour time difference between this country and home, and the seasons are pretty much the opposite of home, too.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

While the country is still warm at this time of year, here, it’s already cold.

Christine White, dressed in a duffle coat and hat, stood in front of the hotel, ready to stop the car.

Baird Lane called out to her.

Christine White looked back at him quizzically, “What’s wrong?”

“Put this on.” Baird Lane picked up a black scarf and put it around her neck, then rapped it around her twice.

With the scarf covering her, Christine White instantly felt her empty neck warm.

She raised her cold, reddened hand and touched the scarf around her neck, a trace of nostalgia crossing her eyes, “This is the scarf I knitted for you back then before I left the country.”

“That’s right.” Baird Lane looked at her, “I kept it.”

Even if he lost his memory at that time and forgot about her, he still kept the things she gave him well.

It’s probably just a physical reaction.

“That’s nice.” Christine White smiled, “But what made you think to bring it out? When did you pack it in your suitcase?”

She was curious.

Baird Lane took her cold hands, put them to his mouth and hailed them hot, then poked them twice and put one on each side in the pocket of his duffle coat.

Luckily, the pockets of his down jacket were big enough to fit a large and small hand in one pocket, which was also just right.

“I packed it early in the morning, before deciding to come to this country first, I learned some basics about the country, and knowing that it’s cold over here, I brought it with me, and as it turns out now, I brought it with me right.” Baird Lane laughed softly.

Christine White buried her head on his chest tang, “Baird, you’re so sweet.”

“I’ll always be good to you, your husband, well, there’s a car coming, how about we go to the square and feed the pigeons first?” Baird Lane suggested as he kissed the top of Christine White’s head.

That was what Ives Norton had suggested to him before he came.

Saying that the act of feeding pigeons was romantic and girls loved it, he wasn’t sure if it was true, but it was something to try.

Christine White hadn’t fed pigeons yet, but it sounded like it would be okay, and her eyes lit up as she nodded, “Yeah,”

“Come on then.” Baird Lane took out a hand and pulled away from the car in front of him, motioning for her to get in first.

Christine White bent down and got into the car, Baird Lane then came up, reported the location, and the car started moving.