Seize His Little Wife

Christine White put down her chopsticks and smiled apologetically, “Sorry Mr. Tang, I’ll take a call.”

“Sure.” Hugh Dong made a motion to go ahead.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Christine White twisted around and rummaged through her bag, pulling her cell phone out of it, and couldn’t help but give a small eep when she saw the caller ID.

“Who is it?” Hugh Dong’s gaze cast a seemingly unobtrusive glance at the screen on her cell phone and quickly retracted.

Christine White shook her cell phone, “My husband.”

“I see, so go on then.” Hugh Dong smiled knowingly.

Christine White nodded, stood up with her cell phone, and walked out of the restaurant.

“Hello?” She stood on the curb and answered the phone.

“Christine White, I thought I told you to come back early. Where are you?” The man’s cool voice came over the phone, with a hint of suppressed urgency mixed in.

“I’m still out to dinner, did something happen?” Christine White’s showy eyebrows wrinkled as she tensed up along with her.

Baird Lane took a deep breath and his voice lowered, “Molly’s having a seizure, the hospital side has rescheduled the surgery for the evening, and now they need you to go over and prepare.”

Christine White’s body instantly stiffened, and her small face paled at a speed visible to the naked eye, “Is this … so fast? Didn’t we say tomorrow?”

She still has a lot of preparations to make and a lot of things to explain at work yet.

“Not really fast, just about ten hours ahead of schedule, not much difference, where are you now?” Baird Lane inquired.

Christine White looked around and gave an address.

Baird Lane hmmm’d, “Wait for me there, I’ll be right over to pick you up.”

“Good …” Christine White pulled at the corners of her mouth and squeezed out a hard smile.

The communication ended and she put down her phone and looked up at the sky.

The sky was blue and clear, but her mood was low and gloomy.

Baird Lane is so caring and attentive to Molly Bort, his ex-girlfriend, it’s enviable.

When would it be nice for him to be this attached to her too …

Christine White returned to the restaurant, Hugh Dong saw that she was not in the right mood and the corners of her eyes were still a little red, he could not help but ask curiously, “What’s wrong with you? It seems like you’re not too happy.”

“Well … something happened.” Christine White picked up her chopsticks again, but suddenly lost any appetite.

“Is it convenient to talk to me? Don’t look at me like this, when I studied abroad, I also studied psychology on the side, so I might be able to enlighten you.” Hugh Dong propped up his head, his pair of peach blossom eyes slightly upturned, very seductive.

Christine White, however, had no intention of appreciating the beauty in front of her and shook her head, “No need Mr. Tang, it’s really fine.”

How can I tell outsiders about such things.

“In that case, forget it then.” Hugh Dong shrugged his shoulders, an expression of regret.

Christine White stopped talking and quietly ate her food.

After eating, her cell phone on the table vibrated.

Christine White picks it up, it’s a missive, from Baird Lane: I’m here, where are you?

Christine White snapped and typed, I’m at the diner, be right out.

Replying to the past, she put away her phone and stood up, “Mr. Tang, my husband came to pick me up, so I’ll leave first, the list I already bought when I came in just now.”

“Let’s go together, it’s just as well that I’m full.” Hugh Dong wiped the corner of his mouth.

Christine White had no problem with that and agreed.

The two walked out of the restaurant side by side, and Hugh Dong didn’t know what to say as Christine White covered her lips and laughed.

The scene fell less harmoniously on Baird Lane’s eyes, and stung with an inexplicable annoyance at the back of his mind.

“Christine White!” said Baird Lane, in a tone of some impatience, as he rolled down his window.

Christine White restrained her smile to look at him, “What’s wrong?”

What’s going on?

And she asked him what was wrong.

Baird Lane’s temples bulged and his face darkened, “When you say dinner, you mean with him?”

He looked at Hugh Dong with cold eyes.

Hugh Dong chuckled and walked to the heel of the car door, extending his hand towards Baird Lane, “President Lane, we meet again.”

Baird Lane ignored him and just flung two words at Christine White, “Get in the car!”

And then it swung the car door up without giving a damn.

Christine White was so embarrassed that she hurriedly bowed to Hugh Dong and apologized, “Sorry Mr. Tang, my husband he …”

“It’s okay.” Hugh Dong looked as normal as he put his hand back into his pants pocket and smiled unconcernedly, “Your husband he’s jealous, I can understand that.”

Christine White shook her head bitterly.

Jealous?

Baird Lane doesn’t love her, so how could he be jealous of her.

“What’s wrong?” Hugh Dong raised an eyebrow, “You don’t seem to believe me.”

“No.” Christine White waved her hand, “Mr. Tang, we’ll leave then, see you next time.”

“Good.” Hugh Dong nodded.

Christine White pulled open the door and got in, and before her seatbelt was fastened, Baird Lane had started the car.

Christine White jerked her body around and hit her forehead on the window, causing her to gasp in pain and blacking out for a moment before she got over it.

“What are you doing?” Christine White looked at the man driving with some anger.

She was sure he definitely did it on purpose.

Baird Lane’s gaze was straight ahead on the road, an expression of indifference on his face to the point of indifference, “Why were you having dinner with him?”

“You mean Mr. Don?” Christine White asked as she adjusted her sitting position.

“Mr. Don?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, he’s the president of Tang’s Group, I specially thanked him for helping me snatch my bag back last time before I invited him to dinner.”

“Nothing else?” Baird Lane gave her an afterthought glance.

Christine White bristled, “What else could it be.”

“No is good.” Baird Lane’s face got a lot better, less icy.

Christine White rubbed her still slightly sore forehead, “By the way, Mr. Tang said he agreed to your terms and will go to the company tomorrow to sign the contract.”

“Got it.” Baird Lane responded faintly.

Christine White, seeing that he didn’t seem to want to talk to her, also turned her head out the window and stopped talking.

An hour later, the hospital arrived.

Christine White got out of the car and followed Baird Lane to Ives Norton’s office.

“Coming?” Ives Norton looked up from behind his computer.

“How’s Molly doing?” Baird Lane asked.

Ives Norton turned the pen in his hand, “It’s okay for now, it should almost be awake by now.”

“I’ll go check on her.” Baird Lane turned and headed for the door.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped again, his eyes looking at Christine White, “You …”

“Go ahead.” Christine White smiled at him, “Since you’re worried about her, go check on her, it’s good for your peace of mind isn’t it?”

Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “You’d love for me to visit her?”

This woman, doesn’t she ever feel uncomfortable?

Or did she just not care in her heart that he was seeing another woman?

Christine White didn’t know what was on Baird Lane’s mind and didn’t have the heart to guess, dropping her eyelids she said faintly, “It doesn’t matter if I want to or not, what matters is Miss Molly Bort, hurry up and go, don’t keep her waiting.”

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and stared deeply at her for several moments before suddenly sneering, “You’re quite understanding.”

With that said, he crossed over to her and went out with his two long legs.

As soon as he was gone, Christine White’s heart was mostly empty, still dull and aching, and the smile on her face couldn’t be maintained any longer, it stiffened, and even her bright eyes were tinted with a grayish haze.

Understanding?

No, she didn’t want to be understanding in such matters, but she couldn’t help it.

She knew that even if she said she didn’t want him to go see Molly Bort, he would still go anyway, because in his mind, Molly Bort was much more important than her, so she might as well just let him go.

“Sister-in-law.” Ives Norton, who had watched the whole thing, tsked twice, “Actually, I was going to ask, aren’t you mad?”