Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane stopped what he was doing, “What’s wrong?”

“I …” Christine White was just about to speak when suddenly her face took a turn for the worse and she let out a whoop, vomiting all the contents of her stomach on him.

Baird Lane’s entire body was stunned, and it took a while for him to react, looking at her with an extremely ugly expression, “Christine White you …”

Before the words were finished, he jerked to a halt again.

Christine White’s entire body was seen curled up on the seat, both eyes closed tightly, obviously passed out.

Baird Lane swallowed as much of the remaining blame as he could, glancing disgustedly at the mess on the floor as well as on himself, before holding back the sour smell that emanated from the air and calling for Gates.

Gates lifted the curtain and came in to see the scene and froze, “President Lane, what’s wrong with you? And Secretary White she …”

“All right!” Baird Lane commanded with a wrinkled brow as he forced down the urge to vomit from the acidic smell, “Have someone come over here and clean this place up, then get me a clean set of clothes.”

“What about Secretary White?” Gates pointed to the vomit staining Christine White’s body.

Baird Lane’s forehead veins popped, “Get her a set too.”

“Okay, I’m on it.”

“Do it stealthily.” Baird Lane added a reminder.

If the others saw that Gates had taken two sets of clothes, one for a man and one for a woman, into the first class cabin, there was no telling what they would be thought of.

Gates naturally understood this and immediately went and did as he was told.

Soon the clothes were delivered, the mess on the floor was cleaned up, and Gates sprayed some air freshener to get rid of the sour smell in the air.

Baird Lane’s furrowed brow finally loosened, and with a wave of his hand he ordered, “Go out, and if anyone comes to me, send them all away.”

He couldn’t resist this outfit on him for a moment.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

This woman doesn’t know what she ate, and what she spit out smells so bad.

“I know.” Gates answered and turned to back away.

Baird Lane sucked in an annoyed breath and lowered Christine White’s seat so she could lie flat on it, then blacked out and fished aside clean clothes for her to change into.

When he was done changing, he casually tossed her dirty clothes onto a side seat before starting to change his own.

During that time, his entire face stank, and his thin lips were pursed tightly.

How could he have ever imagined that one day he would help someone change their clothes?

Baird Lane rubs his brow and glances toward Christine White again to make sure she won’t be waking up anytime soon before he returns to his position and puts on his blindfold and begins to rest.

Ten hours later, the plane stopped.

Baird Lane got up and walked over to Christine White, nudging her a couple times with not too much force, “Wake up.”

Christine White woke up in a daze, her eyes still unfocused and somewhat unable to see who was standing in front of her, and could only call out tentatively, “Baird?”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered, “The plane’s here.”

“An airplane?” She rubbed her eyes, her mind still spinning, even forgetting where she was.

She looked so dumbfounded that Baird Lane’s temples jutted, “Christine White, are you stupid?”

Christine White was a little confused by what he was saying, and after a moment remembered that she was now on an airplane and had come to ski.

“I’m sorry, I’m still a little lightheaded and didn’t think about it earlier.” She said with some embarrassment as her body moved.

Baird Lane looked at her askance, “And do you recall what happened before you fainted?”

“Fainting …” Christine White blinked her eyes in earnest as she thought back, a picture quickly coming to mind.

She blushed for a moment and looked extremely amused.

“Looks like you remembered.” Baird Lane looped his arms.

Christine White put her head down, “I’m sorry …”

She really didn’t mean to throw up all over him, she didn’t even know she was going to do it all of a sudden.

“Alright, take your sorry back, you threw up and I don’t need you to apologize, get your stuff and get off the plane.” Baird Lane said and took the lead.

Christine White rubbed her nose and lifted the blanket off the seat.

“Huh?” She looked down at herself in surprise, realizing that she was wearing different clothes, not the same ones she had been wearing.

“How did this happen?” Christine White pawed at herself.

Baird Lane went and returned and was about to question her about what she was dawdling when he saw this.

“What are you doing?” He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Christine White returned, “I’m looking at the clothes, my clothes are different.”

“Look at the clothes all you want, but don’t make these strange gestures, especially outside.” Baird Lane said coldly with pursed thin lips.

Christine White looked at him quizzically, not understanding what was so strange about what she had just done.

“Baird, did you change my clothes?” She asked.

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “You threw up all over the place and on yourself, don’t you want to change?”

“No no.” Christine White waved her hand, “I just wanted to thank you.”

She could imagine how disgusting the ones she threw up were just by listening to his description.

And he actually helped her change her clothes in this situation.

She was really touched in her heart.

“You’re welcome, just don’t be all over me next time.” Baird Lane trailed off.

Christine White nodded repeatedly, “Definitely!”

Having already made a fool of herself once, she certainly wouldn’t do it a second time.

“Then hurry up, or someone will be here in a moment to rush us.” Baird Lane lowered the curtain.

“Okay, coming.” Christine White straightened her clothes and quickly followed him.

Getting off the plane, Christine White was over there waiting for her luggage like everyone else.

Debby York walked over to her, narrowing her eyes over and over.

Christine White shrank from the look, “Debby , what are you doing?”

“Christine, where did you get that dress on you?” Debby York asked, coming up to her ear.

Christine White didn’t hold back and came right back with, “From President Lane.”

“President Lane?” said Debby York, her voice rising coldly.

Everyone around them looked this way.

Christine White saw this and smiled at them in embarrassment, then hurriedly covered Debby York’s mouth, “You’re going to die, screaming so loud.”

“Oooooo…” Debby York pointed to her mouth.

Christine White let go of her.

Getting free, Debby York let out a few big breaths, and after looking left and right, she asked in a very small voice, “Christine, tell me honestly, how did President Lane give you the clothes, and after you went to see President Lane, you didn’t come back, what happened to you guys, and wouldn’t you be …”

She stared in horror.

Christine White could tell at a glance that she was thinking the wrong way, and coldly rolled her eyes, “What are you babbling about, I just got airsick and threw up, and President Lane specifically asked Assistant Gates to help me prepare the clothes.”

“Really?” Debby York didn’t believe it.

Christine White raised her arm, “Here, smell, do I still smell?”

Debby York actually came over to sniff it, but regretted it the next second and hurriedly covered her nose and backed away, “Holy shit, it’s real, Christine what did you eat, it smells so bad!”

“I didn’t eat anything.” Christine White shook her head.

Debby York bristled, “Liar, you must have eaten something particularly flavored or how else could the smell be so sour.”

“I think it’s the medicine I’m taking, I have a kind of medicine that just smells great.”

“In that case, you are really pathetic.” Debby York returned to where she had been a moment ago and looked at Christine White sympathetically, “Tell me about you, you actually made this mess in front of President Lane, President Lane didn’t get mad, did he?”