Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane ignored her question and walked straight ahead with his hands in his pockets.

Christine White pouted and scowled as she followed him.

“Yo, the hero is back?” Seeing Baird Lane lead Christine White in, Ives Norton put down his cell phone and teased.

Baird Lane didn’t even look at him as he walked over to one side of the couch and settled down.

Ives Norton didn’t care about his coldness, and smiled and waved at Christine White, “Sister-in-law, we meet again.”

Christine White nodded slightly, “Hello.”

“What’s gotten into you, sister-in-law?” Ives Norton asked knowingly as he looked at her in a state of disarray.

“I …” Christine White didn’t know what to say to that and looked a little embarrassed.

It’s not good for her to tell outsiders that she’s being bullied.

How humiliating otherwise.

“All right.” Baird Lane pointed to the door and said to Ives Norton, “You get out!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go out and leave you two couples alone alright.” Ives Norton shrugged his shoulders and got up to exit the lounge.

After going out, he saw Assistant Gates, who was guarding the door like a door god, his eyes suddenly rolled, then he put his arm around Assistant Gates’s shoulder, “Old Gates, I remember there will be a dance session later right?”

“Yeah, what’s Dr. Norton asking for?” Assistant Gates raised an eyebrow, a bad feeling inexplicably rising in his heart.

“Nothing, just a fun game that came to me.” Ives Norton looked at the lounge door and smiled, a calculating smile.

In the lounge, Baird Lane knocked on the coffee table, “Come here.”

“Me?” Christine White pointed to herself.

Baird Lane’s handsome face darkened, “There’s a third person here?”

“Uh …” Christine White smiled sarcastically and made her way over to him.

“You go change these.” Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly, signaling her to look at the pile of gift boxes on the coffee table.

“What are these?” Christine White cocked her head curiously.

She had noticed all this when she came in just now, but hadn’t dared to ask.

Baird Lane propped his head on one hand, his tone a little lazy, “Just open it and see.”

He had said so, and Christine White picked up the largest of the gift boxes and opened it, and inside was a gown.

The gown, blue in color overall and embellished with silver trim around the hemline and neckline, was simply sparkling and so good to look at when it was illuminated like that by the lights in the lounge.

“So beautiful!” Christine White held the lid of the gift box in one hand and covered her mouth with the other, her eyes filled with awe, completely unable to take her eyes off the gown.

“Like?” Baird Lane looked at her.

Christine White nodded repeatedly, “Love it.”

There is no woman, who doesn’t like beautiful dresses.

“Go ahead and change if you like.” Baird Lane trailed off.

“May I?” Christine White asked with some uncertainty as her eyes lit up and she pressed back her excitement.

Baird Lane frowned, “You think I’m lying to you?”

“No no.” Christine White shook her head vigorously, “I just think it’s a little surreal, it’s like a dream, Baird, why did you give me the gown all of a sudden?”

Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled for a moment, and without replying, he merely urged her to hurry and change her gown into it, and exited the lounge.

Christine White was a little lost, but looking at the pile of gift boxes in front of her, her heart was instantly comforted again.

She carefully put the gown back into the box, and opened the other boxes with anticipation, which were high heels and various jewelry, all of which were very expensive at first glance, so expensive that she suddenly couldn’t wear them.

Changing out of her gown and emerging from the lounge, Christine White looked at the man standing in the hallway with his back to her and snapped her fingers a little nervously, “I’m done.”

Baird Lane turned, and the moment he saw her, his pupils dilated slightly, and he looked frozen for a moment as if his heart had been struck by something.

Seeing that the man kept staring at her, Christine White became even more nervous, her heart beating faster, a small red face, not daring to breathe too loudly.

“That …” she clenched her fists, plucked up the courage to lift the hem of her skirt and twirled it around, and asked expectantly, “Well … does it look good? ”

Baird Lane snapped out of it, the knot in his throat sliding twice as he shifted his gaze away and returned a somewhat stiff two-word reply, “It was okay.”

I can’t believe he would look at this woman and stare!

But the woman wasn’t as worthless as he thought, at least dressing up was still passable.

“It’s okay whether it looks good or not.” Christine White muttered with her head down.

Baird Lane, as if he hadn’t heard the comment, lifted his wrist and looked at his watch, “It’s time for the welcome speech, I’ll head down to the lobby, you can make your way there on your own later.”

He finished and walked away on his two long legs.

Christine White looked at his back and put her hands in a trumpet shape against her mouth, “Baird, thank you!”

Baird Lane paused slightly in his steps and quickly resumed the rhythm of his stride.

Christine White knew that he must have heard her thanks, he just didn’t want to respond to her.

Holding the swan necklace on her chest, Christine White smiled softly.

Whatever his purpose for giving her these, at least for this moment she was happy.

Buzz!

The cell phone in the small carry bag suddenly vibrated.

Christine White took out her cell phone and put it to her ear, “Debby .”

“Christine, where have you been?” Debby York’s anxious inquiry came over the phone.

Christine White looked up at the door number on the lounge door beside her, “I’m in the lounge on the ninth floor.”

“Why did you run off somewhere, no wonder I couldn’t find you, I thought something had happened to you.” Debby York sighed in relief.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Christine White rubbed her nose, “I’m sorry, ah, I forgot to tell you.”

“Alright, don’t apologize, hurry back, President Lane’s speech is about to start, don’t be late.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

Hanging up, Christine White put her cell phone back in her bag and flew down the hall on her heels.

Back in the banquet hall, her extremely beautiful gown attracted many, many gazes.

These gazes or amazement or envy or jealousy, mixed together made her quite uncomfortable, but at the same time of being uncomfortable, there was a faint trace of pride deep inside.

It’s a gift from her man-husband!

“Holy shit, what’s with that outfit?” Debby York was shocked by the gown Christine White was wearing when she found her, her mouth hanging open for half a second.

Christine White held the hem of her dress, twirled it around in front of Debby York, and asked her with the same question she asked Baird Lane, “Does it look good?”

“Good looking!” Debby York nodded her head frostily, “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you look this good.”

Christine White was so flattered that her eyes bent over with a smile.

Debby York grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard, pressing sharply, “Come on, what’s going on? I don’t see you for a while and you change your gown.”

“It’s from my husband.” Christine White was so shaken that her voice trembled as she spoke.

Debby York let go of her, “Is your husband here too?”

“No, he had it delivered.” Christine White sputtered with her eyes rolling.

Debby York didn’t see the difference in her, and really believed her, holding her arms and circling around her, tutting, “I can’t see it Christine, so your husband is so rich, you’ve got a million dollars on this one.”

“That expensive?” Christine White’s eyes widened in surprise.

Debby York nodded, “If I’m not mistaken, your dress shoes including the jewelry are the latest, definitely worth seven figures, as for this necklace of yours, I can’t tell which one it’s from, I think it’s made to order, it could be more expensive.”

After listening to her words, Christine White’s eyes stared blankly, her throat was a little dry, and she felt that what she was wearing was not clothes or jewelry, but stacks of money.

She’d guessed from the start that the ones Baird Lane had given her would be expensive, but she hadn’t expected them to be so outrageously expensive.

So doesn’t she owe Baird Lane another million or so?