Seize His Little Wife

Christine White raised an eyebrow, how could she not hear the man apologizing.

I can’t imagine he has such a strong desire to survive!

There was some amusement in her heart, but on her face, Christine White still looked unhappy, “Since you’re afraid that I’ll mess up your mind, you should have taken the initiative to explain in the beginning, I’m not the kind of woman who is careful, as long as you explain to me in the beginning that you didn’t hug another woman, and that it was that woman who bumped into you, I won’t be so angry. ”

Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched, “I don’t know, I thought if I didn’t say anything, nothing would happen.”

“Is that possible?” Christine White gave him a blank look, “Instead of saying anything, you’ll only make things worse because I’ll think about it more and misunderstand you, and if you do, you’ll be able to prove your innocence more instead, won’t you?”

Baird Lane nodded slightly, “Okay, I’ll make a note of that, and I won’t in the future.”

Christine White face then completely improved, smiled, “Okay, quickly eat, after eating we go back, go back to the shower, change your clothes, this perfume smell is really bad.”

“Jealous?” Baird Lane looked at her with a smirk.

Christine White picked up her chopsticks, “You’re my husband and you smell like another woman’s perfume, don’t you think I should be jealous?”

Baird Lane was in quite a good mood, “Okay, I’ll go back and shower and change my clothes, I don’t want this one.”

“Definitely can’t have it, I’m disgusted.” Christine White added a piece of meat for him.

The couple breaks the ice and begins to eat.

When they were done eating, Baird Lane settled the bill and the two of them walked out of the restaurant and hailed a cab to go back.

Upon returning, Baird Lane, true to his own words, went into his suite and began to shower and change.

Christine White didn’t smell that perfume from him anymore, and the stigma in her heart got the better of her.

“Honey, I’m going to take a nap.” Christine White yawned, somewhat sleepy again.

Baird Lane frowned when he heard, “Sleepy?”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Well, sort of.” Christine White nodded.

Baird Lane looked at the time, it was only a little after noon, why was he sleepy?

“Don’t you think you’ve been in bad spirits for the last two days?” Baird Lane walked over to the bed and looked at Christine White.

Christine White thought for a moment, and if anything, hmmmed, “Seems like it, I’ve been especially sleepy the last couple of days, always wanting to sleep.”

“Is it sick?” Baird Lane said, and went to probe her forehead.

Christine White shook her head, “I don’t think so, I don’t have any abnormalities other than trying to sleep, and my forehead shouldn’t be burning.”

Baird Lane takes his hand back.

Indeed, her forehead was not hot and her face did not look different, indeed it did not look like she was sick.

But why the sleepiness?

Seems to have guessed what he was thinking, Christine White smiled, “Don’t worry, don’t think too much, it’s probably because I’ve been having too much fun during this period of time, I haven’t even relaxed down to have fun like this before, so the afterburners are just too tired, it’s fine, I’m definitely not sick, if I’m sick with something abnormal, I’ll definitely tell you, how about we go see a doctor? ”

Baird Lane knew that she actually resisted going to the doctor; after all, she hadn’t wanted to see a doctor after spending almost all of her six years in the hospital.

Baird Lane respected her too, and hearing her say so, he nodded his head in agreement.

“But if anything does happen, I’ll force you to go even if you don’t want to.” Baird Lane looked at Christine White with extremely serious eyes.

Christine White smiled and answered, “Yes!”

“Sleep.” Baird Lane stroked her head.

Christine White fished the covers over her and closed her eyes.

Baird Lane just sat on the edge of the bed and watched her until she fell asleep, before taking his cell phone and going outside to make a call.

The call was to Ives Norton.

It was still the middle of the night in this country, and Ives Norton was asleep when he received the call, when he was suddenly awakened by it, and his whole body caught fire, and he sprang from his bed and sat up.

“Baird Lane are you sick, calling me in the middle of the night?” Ives Norton yelled at the phone.

Baird Lane’s face didn’t change as he spoke lightly, “Let me ask you, what is the condition of a person who has no abnormalities but is very drowsy?”

Although Christine White was no different, it was still unsettling for him that she was so drowsy.

Ives Norton scratched his hair, “No different, but sleepy? Isn’t that just tired!”

“Tired?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Is it really that simple?

“What else, you’ve said there’s nothing different, so the only reason to explain it is tiredness, what else is there to do besides that?” Ives Norton yawned.

Baird Lane looked back in the direction of the king-size bed, saw Christine White sleeping soundly and rubbing against the pillow, and rolled over, thinking that maybe it really was what Ives Norton had said.

Relieved, Baird Lane withdrew his gaze, “I know, nothing more, you go back to sleep.”

When he finished, he cut off the phone.

Ives Norton rolled his eyes at his cell phone, then tossed it away, fell back into bed, and went back to sleep.

Baird Lane put his cell phone back in his pants pocket, went back to his room, turned on his computer, and began searching the Internet for anything on the subject of drowsiness.

The final search came up with pretty much what Ives Norton had said, and that’s when he let it go completely.

During the night, Christine White finally woke up.

When I woke up, I was hungry.

Baird Lane took her to the first floor of the hotel to get something to eat and was ready to go out for a walk.

The two men’s car had just left when a delicate figure came out of the hotel, looking suspiciously at the direction the two men’s car had left.

“That guy just now, I think I met him at the Chinese restaurant.” Cici Jagu bit her lip and murmured.

Although she didn’t get a good look at the man’s face, the figure resembled the one from the daytime.

If it’s really him, then who is the woman beside him? And what’s the relationship with him?

Seeing how the man was so careful and caring about the woman, could he be a lover?

No, how can that be? Definitely not lovers, just friends!

Cici Jagu said this to herself mentally.

She said nothing, not wanting to believe that the man she had moved on to, already had another half.

“No, I’m going to ask around and find out if the man who was just there, is who he is or isn’t!” With that, Cici Jagu walked into the hotel and went to the front desk to inquire about Baird Lane.

However Baird Lane was a resident of the Presidential Suite and the front desk did not have approval to give her the information.

Cici Jagu poked at nothing and was furious, but there wasn’t much she could do about it, so she headed for the lounge area in the lobby where she wanted to wait for him to come back.

She had to be sure that it was him or not.

Unaware that he’s being remembered by the woman of the day, Baird Lane takes Christine White to the Sightseeing Building for a night view.

Christine White stood on the building’s observation deck, from which she looked down at the people below, small as ants, and even the vehicles, not much bigger than apples.

“No fear of heights?” Baird Lane asked softly as he watched Christine White look down one way or another.

Christine White shook her head.

She had long since stopped being afraid of heights, she used to be afraid of heights, but behind her, in order to become strong, all kinds of extreme sports, she had participated in, so how could she be afraid of heights.

“It’s really powerful to look out here.” Christine White said emotionally as she spread her arms wide.

Baird Lane smiled, “How about I come over with you every year from now on, then?”

This sightseeing building, one of the tallest in the world, is not even available in the country, so you have to go abroad to see it.

Christine White nodded, “That’s what you said, don’t go back on your word.”

“No!” Baird Lane nodded assuredly.

Christine White came back to sit beside him and rested her head on his shoulder, “Honey, let’s stay here tonight.”

“Good.” Baird Lane responded favorably.

Christine White closed her eyes and was asleep in no time.

Baird Lane glanced at her sideways, his brow furrowed.

Why are you sleeping again?

Is she still so tired?