Seize His Little Wife

“President Lane is awake, woke up in the middle of the night last night.” Gates returned.

Christine White was relieved to hear it, but soon became jittery again.

“So what was his reaction? Did he blame me?” She asked a little weakly as she gripped her seatbelt with both hands.

Gates lost his smile, “How would I know, President Lane woke up in a calm mood, couldn’t tell what the reaction was.”

“So …” Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Gates gave her an afterimage, “Ma’am, are you afraid President Lane is angry with you?”

“Well.” Christine White nodded and graciously admitted, “After all, I’m the one who got him hurt, so I …”

“Don’t worry, President Lane won’t take it out on anyone.” Gates affirmed with a smile.

Christine White blinked blankly, “Why?”

“President Lane isn’t like that, I’m sure he knew what was coming since he saved you, just like that incident with Miss Molly Bort back in the day, and didn’t President Lane not blame her for that!”

“That thing?” Christine White frowned suspiciously, “Which thing?”

Gates Mu’s expression was stunned, only then did he realize afterward that he had said something he shouldn’t have said, and he hastily snorted, “There is no which thing ah, ma’am you’ve heard it wrong.”

Christine White narrowed her almond eyes, “I heard you right, you just said that you said something happened to Molly Bort back in the day and Baird didn’t blame her.”

“Is that so? Then it looks like I’m misremembering.” Gates pushed his glasses up to look at the road ahead and refused to say anything else.

Christine White couldn’t do anything with him, her mouth pouted and she was quite upset.

Once again she heard them mention Baird Lane and Molly Bort’s past.

Ives Norton did, so did Aunt Lucy, and now there’s another Gates Wood, and maybe others will bring it up later.

And when they talked about it they all had one thing in common, that is, they were being secretive and scrupulous about what they were doing, always talking about something, how they refused to divulge half of it, making her heart go crazy with curiosity.

In the silence, the hospital arrived.

Christine White gathered her thoughts and got out of the car, following Gates towards Baird Lane’s hospital room.

Walking to the door of the ward, she suddenly stopped, a little afraid to go in, just for fear of going in and seeing Baird Lane’s reproachful eyes and cold expression.

“Ma’am, why aren’t you leaving?” Jiao Mu opened the door in front and heard no movement behind her, she couldn’t help but look back and saw Christine White standing there motionless and couldn’t help but ask.

Christine White bit her lip nervously, “I’m a little scared …”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you afraid of, President Lane is your husband and I made it very clear to you in the car that President Lane would not blame you, come in with me.”

After saying that, Gates pushed the door in.

Christine White panicked for a moment when she saw that he wasn’t waiting for her, and opened her mouth to call out to him, but the words wouldn’t come out of her mouth.

Finally, she let out a long sigh and settled in.

“Baird,” Christine White gave a small cry, keeping her head down and not daring to look at the man in the hospital bed.

Instead, the man looked over to her, “Something wrong?”

“No no, I came to check on you, are you … okay?” Christine White raised her eyes to sneak a peek at him.

He was sitting on the hospital bed with a newspaper in his hand and a faint expression on his face, unable to tell if he was happy or angry.

“I’m fine.” Baird Lane closed the paper and set it aside.

Christine White felt even more guilty inside, an apology written all over her little face, “I’m sorry …”

“Sorry for what?” Baird Lane frowned.

Christine White buried her head even lower, “Of course it was yesterday, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt if it wasn’t for trying to save me, I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t blame you!” Baird Lane dropped his eyes and trailed off.

Christine White gave a small surprise, “You really don’t blame me?”

It’s kinda true what Gates said!

“There’s nothing to blame, I saved you of my own free will, it has nothing to do with you, what about you? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?” Baird Lane inquired.

He asked indifferently, but to Christine White’s ears, it sounded like heavenly music.

She was instantly moved to redness, waving her hands and shaking her head, “No, I’m not hurt.”

She was wrapped in his arms the entire time for protection, so where was she going to get hurt!

And because of that, she felt so guilty that he was hurt.

“No is good.” Baird Lane lifted his chin.

For some reason, he was relieved to hear that she was okay.

“Baird, are you going to tell Grandpa about your injury?” Christine White asked cautiously as she sat by Baird Lane’s hospital bed.

In fact, there was something she didn’t want the old man to know.

The old man will be angry when he finds out.

Seeing the worry showing in Christine White’s eyes, Baird Lane’s eyes sank, “No need!”

“Without telling Grandpa?” Christine White was slightly surprised.

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “Not a big deal, no need to tell his old man, he’s old and can’t take the excitement, that’s all.”

“But it’s not good to hide it from Grandpa.” Christine White twisted her fingers.

She was quite happy not to tell the old man, but she was also a bit overwhelmed.

Baird Lane took a sip of water from the bedside table, “Nothing bad, come on, you go back to the hotel.”

He’s starting to kick people out.

Christine White said nothing, “I’ll stay here and take care of you, I don’t feel comfortable going back to the hotel when your back isn’t healed.”

“Uneasy?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.

Christine White nodded, “Well, you got hurt for me, I’d be heartless if I didn’t do anything for you.”

“Heh!” Baird Lane grunted coldly.

Turns out it was to ease his conscience that he wanted to stay and take care of him.

He thought that she was unsure of him as a person!

Baird Lane’s face was cold and not very nice, and his tone was not very nice, “Whatever, you can stay if you like.”

Christine White heard him getting angry, and for a moment was a little puzzled as to what he was angry about.

But she was happy enough that he had promised her to stay.

“Good, then I’ll go back to the hotel now to pack some things, Assistant Gates, can you take me back?” Christine White looked towards Gates Mu who was standing by the window as a transparent person.

Instead of immediately agreeing, Gates turned his attention to Baird Lane for his opinion.

Baird Lane nodded slightly, “Go ahead.”

“Okay.” Gates answered, then gave Christine White a small smile, “Come on ma’am, I’ll walk you.”

“Thanks.” Christine White said gratefully.

By the time we got back to the hotel, it was noon.

The rest of the staff and executives were eating in the lobby, and Christine White was in such a hurry to get back to the hospital that even though her stomach was hungry, she didn’t have much of a mind to eat and went straight to her room.

“Huh? Debby didn’t you go to dinner?” Christine White opened the door and came in to see Debby York sitting on the couch eating instant noodles while watching a funny foreign comedy.

Debby York put down her fork and drew a paper towel and wiped her mouth, “I just went to check it out, all they ate was seafood, I’m allergic to seafood, so I bought a bucket of noodles downstairs, by the way, what are you doing back here, didn’t you go to President Lane’s?”

“Went and came back to pack some things.” Christine White said, and dragged out her suitcase.

Debby York froze, “Packing up? Christine, you’re not getting fired from President Lane, are you?”

“No.” Christine White responded with a cry.

Debby York was clearly not convinced, “Then why are you packing!”

“Going to the hospital to take care of President Lane, he got hurt for me, I had to go over there and take care of him.” Christine White explained.

Debby York breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good, I thought President Lane was pissed and fired you, scared the hell out of me.”

She patted her chest, then tried again, “Isn’t President Lane mad at you?”