Seize His Little Wife

The woman on the other end of the phone, who had been slow to wait for Christine White’s reply, asked again, “Hey, who the hell are you? I’ll hang up if you don’t say.”

“Wait, don’t hang up yet!” Christine White hurriedly shouted to stop.

The woman really didn’t hang up, “Then why don’t you tell me.”

“I’ll say.” Christine White took a deep breath and settled down, “I’m Baird’s wife, and may I ask who you are?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Wife?” The woman’s voice became shrill once more, “Who did you say you were, Baird’s wife?”

“Yes.”

The woman sneered, “This lady, Baird isn’t even married, where would he get a wife, and you don’t have a more credible reason for lying.”

Christine White choked hard on her words and fumed a little inside.

Obviously she really is Baird Lane’s wife, but the outside world thinks that Baird Lane is single, so she’s really failing as a wife!

And then there was this woman, who also made her care.

Holding Baird Lane’s cell phone at this late hour and shouting Baird Lane so intimately, it’s obvious that he has an unusual relationship with Baird Lane.

Thinking of this, Christine White lifted her breath, forced herself to hold back the sourness in her heart, and asked in a pretense of calmness, “You haven’t answered me yet, miss, and who are you?”

“My name is Molly Bort,” the woman returned.

“You’re Molly Bort?” asked Christine White, her eyes wide with shock and her volume dialed up.

She didn’t see Molly Bort during the day, but she didn’t expect to talk to Molly Bort in this way at night.

“You know me?” Molly Bort raised an eyebrow that was almost falling off.

Christine White gripped her phone tightly, “No … don’t recognize it, just heard about it.”

“Yeah?” Molly Bort narrowed her eyes, her tone clearly disbelieving.

Christine White gave a sullen hmmm, then asked, “Miss Bort, is Baird still with you?”

“He’s in the shower, what do you want with him?”

Christine White’s tongue was nearly bitten off as her face slowly solidified, “It’s fine, I … I’m just asking …”

Take a shower. …

It’s so late and Baird Lane is taking a shower at Molly Bort’s, could it be that the two of them …

No, it shouldn’t be possible, Molly Bort is sick, how could they have that kind of thing happen, she should be overthinking it.

With that thought, Christine White felt slightly better, but was more concerned about Baird Lane’s relationship with Molly Bort.

Tossing her cell phone on the table in front of her, Christine White flexed her legs and curled up in her chair, her breath subdued around her.

Aunt Lucy came out after washing the dishes and got worried when she saw that she wasn’t in the right state, “Ma’am, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m fine.” Christine White buried her head in her knees.

“Where do you look like you’re okay?” Aunt Lucy walks over, “Had a fight with mister?”

Christine White shook her head.

Aunt Lucy thought she had guessed and sighed softly, “Is Mister coming back tonight?”

“Probably won’t be back.” Christine White sniffled, her voice dry, “He’ll probably spend the night at the hospital tonight.”

“Hospital?” Aunt Lucy froze, “Sir is sick?”

Christine White lifted her head, “No, he’s at the hospital taking care of Molly Bort.”

“What did you say, ma’am, Molly Bort?” exclaimed Aunt Lucy.

Christine White was still taken aback to see her react so well, “Yeah, Aunt Lucy you know her?”

“I know!” Aunt Lucy nodded with a complicated look on her face, “She’s the young lady of The Bort Family and Mr. …”

She glanced at Christine White and her words came to an abrupt end.

“What’s Baird’s?”

Seeing Aunt Lucy stop mid-sentence, Christine White is even more curious about Baird Lane and Molly Bort’s relationship, and underneath that curiosity is the slightest hint of nervousness.

Aunt Lucy, however, waved her hand, not wanting to continue on this topic, “It’s nothing, since Mr. won’t be coming back tonight, you should go back to your room early to rest, ma’am, I should go back too.”

She removed her apron and walked away at a brisk pace.

Christine White was the only one left in the restaurant, and she pursed her lips as she looked in the direction Aunt Lucy had left with a mixed look in her eyes.

It seems like Baird Lane and Molly Bort really have an unusual relationship, otherwise why would Aunt Lucy be so squeamish about even talking about it.

Just what is Molly Bort to Baird Lane? A white moon or an ex-girlfriend?

Whichever total it was, though, she couldn’t be happy about it.

Christine White slapped her cheeks and, after barely managing to get herself together, reached over and grabbed the cell phone on her desk and sent a text message over to Baird Lane.

“Baird, your cell phone is ringing again.” Molly Bort craned her head to shout at the bathroom door.

Baird Lane came out rubbing his wet hair, “Who’s calling?”

“It’s not a phone call, it’s a text message.” Molly Bort glanced at his phone, her eyes darkening.

It’s that number again!

Baird Lane brought his cell phone up with one hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

It’s her!

Baird Lane opens the missive with the short sentence, I won’t wait for you!

What does she mean by that?

Hadn’t he told her to wait at the villa until he got back to talk business?

Seeing Baird Lane blush a little, Molly Bort blinked and asked tentatively, “Baird, who is she?”

“A disobedient person, leave her alone.” Baird Lane put away his cell phone.

Molly Bort covered her lips and smiled, “By the way, she was the one who called earlier too, and guess what she said?”

“What was said?” Baird Lane continued to rub his hair, showing little interest in her words.

“She said she was your wife.”

Baird Lane’s voice sank as his hand moved, “Is that really what she said?”

“Right.” Molly Bort nodded, “Tell me if it’s funny, you’re not even married, where’d you get a wife, I bet she’s got a thing for you, and saw that I answered the phone and said that to me on purpose.”

Baird Lane’s expression grew darker and darker, and the cold spilled out around him.

Molly Bort sensed he was getting angry and her smile faded, “Baird what’s wrong with you?”

“It’s fine.” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and dropped the towel he was holding, “I should get back.”

“Now?” Molly Bort froze.

“Uh-huh.”

“But your clothes are no longer wearable.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just go back and change.” Baird Lane removed the soiled jacket from the rack and put it on without changing his face.

“It’s my fault.” Molly Bort lowered her head in remorse. “I’m the one who accidentally spilled the milk tea and that’s what got your clothes all dirty.”

“I don’t blame you, get some rest and I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Baird Lane seemed to be in a hurry, and with a few quick words of explanation he was gone.

Half an hour later, he returned to the villa.

Aunt Lucy was still surprised to see him, “Sir, I thought you said you weren’t coming back tonight?”

Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “When did I ever say anything like that?”

He took off his dirty jacket and casually tossed it on the couch.

“It was the missus who told me, she said you might not be back tonight.” Aunt Lucy replied awkwardly.

“You believe what she says?” Baird Lane grunted and lifted his foot up the stairs.

Upstairs in her room, Christine White yawned and lay down just about to turn off the light and go to sleep when she heard a commotion coming from the door of her room.

She lifted her head to look, only to see the door to the room open and the tall figure of Baird Lane walk in against the light.

“What are you doing back here?” Christine White sat up in a hurry, her sleepiness lessened.

Baird Lane gave her an indifferent look, “I can’t come back?”

Christine White gripped the corner of the quilt “No, it’s just that you were at the hospital with Ms. Molly Bort and I didn’t think you were coming back.”

It was fine if she didn’t mention Molly Bort, once she did, Baird Lane’s eyes became cold when he looked at her again, “I’m asking you, did you say something to Molly?”