Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane didn’t answer, striding down the stairs on his long legs.

Christine White just watched as he took one step toward her, the crisp footsteps unusually loud in the wide living room, each one like a step on her heart.

She held her breath, her eyes wide open, only to see him suddenly reach out a little, bit by bit, toward her.

She subconsciously craned her neck back, “Baird you …”

“Shut up!” Baird Lane bellowed.

Christine White immediately shut her mouth when he shouted at her, and even stood still obediently.

She was so well behaved that Baird Lane couldn’t help but look at her a little longer before wiping a bit of crystal away from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, “You’re drooling.”

“Drooling … Drooling?” Christine White touched the corner of her mouth incredulously, then looked at the water stains on his fingers and blushed, “I … I didn’t mean to …”

God, she actually giggled and drooled!

What a shame!

“I didn’t say you did it on purpose.” Baird Lane fished a clean white handkerchief from his own pocket and carefully wiped his thumb, which was stained with Christine White’s saliva.

Christine White couldn’t wait to find a hole in the ground, not daring to watch him move at all.

Because just looking at it reminded her of her drooling.

“Christine White,” said Baird Lane, folding the handkerchief.

Like a schoolboy waiting for roll call, Christine White straightened up as soon as she heard him call out to her and shouted, “Present!”

Baird Lane coldly raised one eyebrow, a light smile that he himself didn’t even know crossed his eyes, “Pay attention next time, as the young lady of The Lane Family, I don’t ask you to be so outstanding, but at least the basic appearance should still be maintained at all times.”

“Yes, I know.” Christine White nodded.

It was clear to her that he was reminding her to stop giggling like that next time, not to mention drooling.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“Good to know, let’s eat.” Baird Lane preceded her, heading toward the dining room.

Christine White followed close behind him with tiny steps.

After dinner, Baird Lane went to the den.

Christine White went to her room to wash up.

She didn’t know how long it would take him to go back to his room and rest, so she didn’t wait for him and went straight back to bed after her shower.

She was mildly surprised to wake up the next day and see Baird Lane lying on top of her.

She’d thought he’d gotten up and left early as usual again.

Seeing that Baird Lane had no intention of waking up, Christine White, not wanting to wake him, gently removed his hand from her waist and tiptoed out of bed.

She didn’t even dare to wash up in the bathroom of her room for fear of making some noise.

Thus she dressed and went to the other room to wash up.

“Good morning ma’am.” Aunt Lucy greeted her with a smile as soon as Christine White came downstairs.

Christine White returned the smile, “Morning Aunt Lucy.”

“Isn’t mister up yet?” Aunt Lucy looked upstairs.

Christine White yawned, “Not yet, he was still asleep when I got up.”

“It seems that sir was tired last night.” Aunt Lucy nodded knowingly.

Christine White, however, misunderstood her and her face rubbed red, “Aunt Lucy, what are you talking about, we didn’t last night … didn’t have that what!”

“What are you talking about again ma’am.” Aunt Lucy looked at her with a snickering smile.

At least she was a person who had been there before, how could Aunt Lucy not hear the meaning of her words?

“Huh?” Christine White blinked frostily, “I was talking about how we didn’t … last night.”

“I understand what Mrs. means.” Aunt Lucy interrupted her with a smile, “When I said that mister was tired last night, I meant that mister was busy in the study last night until five o’clock in the morning before he went back to his room to rest, not the one that madam is thinking of.”

Hearing this, Christine White was completely confused, and for a while her small face turned from red to white, then from white to red, and after so many repetitions, she couldn’t wait to slap herself to death.

She’s so useless!

Just last night I lost a face in front of Baird Lane, and today I’m making jokes in front of Aunt Lucy.

She’s hopeless!

Christine White covered her face, afraid to look up.

Aunt Lucy also knew she was being shy and snickered twice before walking away, leaving the place for Christine White to adjust her mind on her own.

Christine White didn’t hear any movement and surreptitiously lowered one of the hands covering her eyes, only to realize that there was no one in front of her long ago.

She eeped and hurriedly dropped her other hand as well, both eyes looking around everywhere as soon as they were free.

Then that’s when he realized there was no one else in the entire living room but himself.

“Where’s Aunt Lucy?” Christine White muttered, and then shouted louder, “Aunt Lucy?

After a few shouts, Aunt Lucy still didn’t respond.

Christine White just reacted to the fact that Aunt Lucy had walked away.

“Phew…” she breathed out softly.

Whether Aunt Lucy had something to walk away from, or was deliberately trying not to embarrass her into walking away, good for her.

Christine White rubbed her still slightly sugary cheeks, laughed softly, and lifted her feet to the dining room.

After breakfast, Christine White sat in the living room and waited for Baird Lane for a while, but did not wait for him to come downstairs, and then remembered that Aunt Lucy said that he did not rest until five o’clock in the morning last night, and thought that he would not wake up until noon.

Christine White picked up her cell phone and looked at the time, “8:30 … over, going to be late!”

She hurriedly got up and after saying hello to Aunt Lucy, she put on her bag and flew out of the villa.

As a result, as soon as she arrived at the company, she was enthusiastically surrounded by a group of employees.

“Secretary White, tell us about the reunion.”

“I heard that all of our company went skiing abroad, is that true?”

“Secretary White, I don’t want to leave the country, so can I ask Finance to take each employee’s reunion budget and exchange it for the cash equivalent?”

All sorts of assorted questions kept popping out of the group’s mouths.

Christine White’s head got big from listening to them, and from being squeezed by them to the point where she couldn’t stand up, and her neat professional suit set got wrinkled.

“Will you guys be quiet for a while? I don’t know about these questions of yours at the moment, so when the notice of the reunion is published, you can just read it yourselves, you don’t have to ask me about it.”

“What? You didn’t know? Aren’t you President Lane’s personal secretary and you wouldn’t know?” Someone questioned.

Christine White rolled her eyes, “It’s not like a personal secretary can do everything, come on, all get to work, I’m going up too.”

She fought her way through the men and ran for the elevator.

After entering the elevator, she then felt like her whole being came to life, that feeling of being crowded by people, she never wanted to experience it a second time.

Ding, the elevator is at the station.

Christine White straightened her suit, quickly adjusted her face and walked out with a smile on her face.

“Secretary White you’ve come at a good time.” As she passed one of the secretaries offices, a tall female secretary with the same smile on her face called out to her.

Christine White stopped and politely inquired, “What can I do for you, Elder?”

“It’s about the reunion, we here have heard about you being stopped downstairs just now, so you’ve been given a special assignment.”

“What mission?”

The female secretary handed her a pile of information in her hand, “Organize the reunion information, then send it to the company’s official website and inside each group organization.”

“No problem.” Christine White answered with alacrity.

The female secretary patted her on the shoulder, “Then I’ll leave you to it, and feel free to come back and ask me any questions.”

“Okay, thank you Senpai.”

Sending the other side off, Christine White went back to her office and started to get busy.

Halfway through his work, Debby York came running up again.