Seize His Little Wife

Christine White heard the commotion behind her, but had no reason to, and bent down to get into the car after Baird Lane pulled the door open.

An hour later, the two returned to the old house.

Aunt Lucy has prepared the meal and the two take Bo to the dining room.

After the meal, Baird Lane went to the study to deal with things, so Christine White accompanied little baby to play with toys in the bedroom.

Suddenly, the cell phone she put next to her rang.

Christine White picked it up and saw that it was a friend request message.

Then she clicked in only to realize that the one who applied for a friend, was actually Debby York.

“She would send me this so much?” Christine White murmured in a low voice.

For a while, her expression turned into a trance.

Debby York used to be her best friend, but back then, she was compelled by Molly Bort to poison her grandfather’s tea, so she was sentenced to twenty years.

But now sending her a friend request, did Debby York come out?

Thinking about it, Christine White hurriedly passed the application and was about to type to ask if the other party was Debby York.

Debby York’s message was sent first, “Is it Christine?”

Christine White was silent for a split second when she saw those four words, then deleted the question she had just typed and replied with the word hmm.

This time, Debby York sent a voice call directly over.

Christine White’s cell phone suddenly vibrated, and she almost didn’t throw it out.

But in the end, she steadied herself and answered the voice call.

“Christine …” Debby York’s voice came from the other end of the call.

Christine White heard it at once, but it wasn’t as lively and cheerful as before, and there were only vicissitudes and raspiness.

Christine White’s heart is also a little bit of bad taste, sour and sour, hmmm, “It’s me.”

“It’s really you, I was thinking of adding your previous phone number to try and see if I could contact you, but I didn’t think I could really contact you.” Debby York smiled.

Christine White took a deep breath, “I changed my number but not my WeChat, so you were able to find me, but how come you have a cell phone, you got out of jail?”

“Yes, I made a big achievement some time ago, then my sentence was not only reduced by a few years and changed from incarceration execution to out of custody execution, as long as I am within the surveillance range of the police department, I can work and rest normally.” Debby York said as she touched her short hair.

Christine White lifted her chin in a daze, “So that’s it, congratulations.”

“Thanks.” Debby York sniffled, then added, “When I got out, I heard them say that Christine White had died, six years ago, I didn’t believe it, then I asked around more and saw a picture of President Lane’s current wife, and found out that it was you in the picture, but under a different name, Christine, and that’s What the hell is going on?”

Christine White stroked her son’s hair, then told what happened back then, and told the story.

Debby York listened and realized that her best friend had actually gone through so much danger back then.

“Christine, I’m sorry for betraying you for my own selfish desires back then, I’m really sorry.” Debby York cried and apologized.

Christine White’s heart said that she didn’t mind was a lie, but listening to her crying, she couldn’t hate her.

“Well, it’s all in the past, since you’re out now, live a good life and don’t do those things again.” Christine White advised heartily.

Debby York hmmmed, “I know, I won’t, I’ve already contacted my parents, they were very happy to hear that I got out, and I’ve also heard them say that someone has been pumping money into their account again for the past few years, it’s not a lot but it’s enough for them to live on.”

As she said this, her voice choked up, “My parents don’t know who this money is from, but I know it has to be you right, Christine, you’ve been helping me take care of my parents right?”

Christine White smiled, “My aunt and uncle were very kind to me back then, if it wasn’t for them picking up the slack from time to time, I wouldn’t have been able to grow up peacefully in The White Family so it’s only right to take care of them.”

“Thank you, really thank you …” Debby York was still crying.

Christine White’s lips twitched slightly and she was just about to say something when the door to the room was pushed open and Baird Lane came in from outside.

“Well Debby , I’ll leave you to it for now, we’ll meet some other time.”

“Okay.” Debby York nodded wiping tears from her eyes.

Christine White hung up the phone.

Baird Lane walked over to her and sat down on the floor with her and took her into his arms, “Who’s calling?”

“Debby York’s.” Christine White returned as she leaned against his chest.

“Who’s Debby York?” Baird Lane frowned, obviously not impressed with the name.

Christine White shook her head in amusement, then her expression turned serious, “The one who drugged Grandpa, my former best friend.”

Upon hearing this, Baird Lane’s face suddenly grimaced, “She called you? She got out of jail?”

“Yeah, she made a big score and the remainder of her sentence was commuted to out of prison.” Christine White said as she took his hand.

Baird Lane didn’t say anything, his eyes were dark.

Christine White played with his hand, “Baird, I know you must still care about Grandpa in your heart, but after all these years, Debby York has been punished too, and out-of-prison sentences aren’t that easy, and they’re not allowed if they aren’t mutually agreed upon by those above them, so … ”

“You’re asking me to spare her?” Baird Lane looked down at Christine White.

Christine White shook her head, “I’m not asking you to spare her, I mean that you should not give her a hard time during this period of her execution in prison.”

Baird Lane had no more words, looked at her fixedly for a while before he spoke slowly and spat out a word, “Good.”

He could not give the woman a hard time.

Hopefully, that woman had really changed her ways, otherwise, he would never stop.

“Thank you husband.” Christine White gave Baird Lane a kiss on the lips.

Baird Lane rubbed her hair for a bit before picking up Little Treasure, “Alright, time for the little ones to go back to bed.”

Bo blinked at Christine White, obviously not too keen on going back.

Christine White saw it and covered her lips and smiled, “Okay Little Treasure, daddy is right, it’s so late, it’s indeed time to go to bed.”

Seeing that her mom doesn’t help herself either, little baby wraps her arms around Baird Lane’s neck with a lost face.

Baird Lane sent Little Treasure back to his own room, and when he came back again, it was already an hour later.

Christine White had finished her bath and was sitting on the end of the bed reading a book, when she saw him come in, she raised her head slightly, “Little Treasure is asleep?”

“Uh, tucked in before coming back.” Baird Lane returned as he tugged on his tie.

Christine White patted the side of the bed, signaling him to come over and do it.

Baird Lane walked over and sat down.

Christine White closes the book in her hand and kneels behind him, squeezing his shoulders, “Husband worked hard!”

Baird Lane’s eyes darkened and he suddenly bent his hand over and wrapped an arm around her waist, scooping her up from behind directly into his arms.

“Ah!” Christine White only felt a heavenly spin, and her entire body sat in Baird Lane’s arms.

She couldn’t help but slap the man’s chest, “What are you doing, you scared me to death!”

Baird Lane laughed lowly and looked at her with downcast eyes, “Honey, I want to.”

Christine White rolled her eyes, “No, you know I’m … now.”

“It’s okay, you help me.” Baird Lane eyes darkened.

Christine White’s eyes widened, “What do you mean? Help you? Help you how?”

It couldn’t be what she thought it was, could it?

Baird Lane’s eyes grew deeper and deeper as he grabbed her hand and pressed it towards his lower abdomen.

Christine White’s body tensed and she tried to pull her hand back, but Baird Lane’s grip was so tight that she couldn’t retract it.

Christine White opened her mouth, her small face holding red, “You …”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Help me!” Baird Lane lowered his head and buried it in her ear, his voice low and husky.