Seize His Little Wife

“I don’t think so …” Christine White nodded her finger to her lips and returned with some uncertainty.

Baird Lane is saying he doesn’t blame her, but he’s clearly upset again later.

So she wasn’t even sure if he was angry or not, his mind, it was too hard to guess!

Debby York didn’t know what was going on in Christine White’s mind and really believed her, “It seems like President Lane is really a very gentle man, and that’s not even mad at you.”

“Gentle?” Christine White murmured.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Perhaps, Baird Lane was indeed gentle, but his gentleness, he rarely gave to her.

Gave it all to that Molly Bort woman!

At the thought, Christine White was stabbed in the heart, sore and aching.

“Well Debby , without further ado, I’m off and will be back in a couple days.” She pulled on her suitcase and pushed her inner emotions down, barely squeezing out a smile.

Debby York nodded a little reluctantly, “Go ahead, I’ll walk you outside the hotel.”

“Uh-huh.”

The two pulled their suitcases and exited the hotel arm in arm.

Gates had been waiting in the car, and when he saw the two men approaching, he pushed open the door and got out.

“Secretary White, is it all packed?” Gates looked at the suitcase in Christine White’s hand.

Christine White nodded, “Okay.”

“Give me the case, Secretary White you get in the car first.” Gates held out his hand and offered to pull the case over to the trunk to put it in.

Christine White silently looked at him for a few seconds, thinking that it really deserves to be the person beside Baird Lane, calling her secretary when someone is there, calling her ma’am when no one is there, and switching the name so naturally that they are not afraid of the bald mouth.

“Then Christine, I’ll be on my way.” Debby York waved goodbye to Christine White.

Christine White hmmmed softly as she looked back, “Okay, you go back.”

Debby York gave her a hug and turned to go.

Christine White pulled the door open and got in the car, and Gates asked from the front, “The missus is on good terms with her?”

“She’s my only friend.” Christine White replied with a smile.

Gates nodded in understanding, “She’s quite concerned about the Lady.”

“Well, Debby and I have known each other for many years, and are sort of my BFFs, and have helped me a lot with some things.”

“So.” Gates said back uncertainly, then stopped talking.

Christine White couldn’t guess what he meant by asking this and wasn’t in the mood to think about it, turning her head out the window.

Half an hour later, the hospital arrived.

Christine White pulls her suitcase into the hospital room, Baird Lane is leaning against the hospital bed on the phone, saw her come in, and just a faint sweep, see the eyes back.

Christine White hadn’t expected him to welcome her, so naturally she didn’t take his coldness to heart, and quietly squatted down in the corner, opened her suitcase and began placing her things.

So as not to disturb him, she placed each movement so softly, so softly that she could barely hear a sound.

So by the time he was all done with his phone calls, she hadn’t even gotten her stuff back in order.

“Christine White, you moved all your stuff?” Baird Lane glanced at what Christine White had set out and spoke in a hushed voice.

This woman, is she moving?

Christine White pulled up the empty boxes and set them aside, “Yeah, there wasn’t a lot of stuff anyway, so I just moved it all here, it’s all useful.”

“And you call that not much?” Baird Lane frowned.

His desk is full, okay?

But seeing that half of the pile on the table was bottles and jars of medicine, he didn’t, in the end, say the words that would make her take them back.

“Okay, you give me that computer over there.” Baird Lane pointed to the computer behind Christine White.

Christine White picked up the computer and handed it to him, “You want to work?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s not good, you’re … now.”

“Shut up!”

Christine White choked and kept her mouth shut in aggravation.

She was just concerned and tried to tell him that it was better for him to get more rest now that he had just had corrective back surgery, but it turned out that he didn’t want to listen at all.

Had it been Molly Bort, he might not have had the same attitude.

Christine White’s eyes drooped bleakly, and an air of negativity permeated her surroundings.

Baird Lane sensed this and narrowed his eyes at her, “What’s wrong with you again?”

“It’s okay.” Christine White put her head down.

Baird Lane didn’t look away, and his dark eyes kept staring at her, straight through.

“That …” she scowled, “Are you hungry?”

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and didn’t answer.

Christine White squeezed her palms, “If you haven’t eaten, I’ll go out and get some.”

And by the way, buy some for herself.

When she was at the hotel, her mind was on him, so naturally she wasn’t in the mood to eat.

Now that she had come to him, she was starting to feel a little hungry.

“You know how to buy?” Baird Lane arched an eyebrow.

Christine White took out her cell phone and waved it around, a smug smile raised on her small face, “While in the car, I downloaded a translation app.”

“Heh, looks like you’re a little smart.” Baird Lane rubbed his keyboard.

And yes, how could she have talked her grandfather into stepping in and asking him to bring her here if she wasn’t a little smart.

“It’s okay, it just came to me out of the blue.” Christine White really thought that Baird Lane was complimenting her and couldn’t help but blush her little face.

The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth twitched slightly, “Alright, go on and come back early.”

“Uh-huh, I’m on my way, but Baird what do you want to eat?”

“Whatever, something light.”

“Okay, I’ll go then.”

Christine White waved and ran out of the hospital room cheerfully.

Just as she left on the front foot, Jiao Mu came in on the back foot with a serious look, “President Lane, the office called just now, saying that there’s news from Second Junior.”

“Seriously?” Baird Lane snapped koing his computer.

Gates nodded solemnly, “Yes, but not much news.”

“Quickly, is he alive, my brother?” Baird Lane bit his cheek, and there was the slightest hint of urgency in his usual cold, sunken eyes.

“President Lane guessed correctly, Second Junior is indeed still alive, the firm’s side searched the world’s DNA banks based on Second Junior’s fetal hair and finally found traces of Second Junior, ten years ago, Second Junior appeared at a cosmetic surgery facility in Country H.”

“Plastic surgery?” Baird Lane’s palms snapped together to clench the edge of his computer.

Jiao Mu looked at him, “Yes, the firm’s initial judgment based on this is that Second Junior may have gotten a facelift.”

“And has it been found out who took him?” Baird Lane grimaced, his eyes bursting with intense anger.

A person can’t get a facelift for no reason.

Not to mention that it was still four years ago, and his brother was barely fifteen, so he couldn’t believe that there wasn’t someone behind this who was directing his brother.

Because the brother, back in the day, was specifically stolen by The Lane Family’s enemies!

“No, the firm only found out this much, the rest seems to have been intentionally erased, it can’t be found out.” Gates Mu regretfully shook his head.

Baird Lane wasn’t much of a surprise, but the disappointment was more or less there.

“Gates, why do you think that person stole my brother back then?” Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, making it impossible to see the emotions under his eyes, but from the cold aura emanating from his body, one could tell that the anger in his heart at this moment had not dissipated.

Gates Mu lowered his head and speculated with some uncertainty, “I heard Master say that Second Junior was carried away by The Lane Family’s enemy, is it possible that that person stole Second Junior because he wanted to groom him to take revenge on The Lane Family for him?”

“It’s something that Grandpa and I have thought about before, but never came to a conclusion, but now that I’ve heard about my brother’s plastic surgery, I think that’s probably why.” Baird Lane sneered.

Maybe his brother looks a bit similar to him or to his mom and dad, and the people behind it are afraid that the plan will fail, so they make his brother have plastic surgery.

“In that case, President Lane, why don’t we just inventory The Lane Family’s enemies? Maybe we’ll even find Second Junior faster that way!” Gates suggested as he looked at Baird Lane.