Seize His Little Wife

Hugh Dong immediately hung up the phone, threw the phone away, turned off the light and lay back down, and continued to sleep.

Baird Lane put his phone down as well, pulling the blanket over him and wrapping his arms around Christine White as the couple watched another movie together.

It was only after seeing the movie after 10pm that the two turned it off and walked out of the studio and went back to their room to sleep.

In the days that followed, the two traveled to a few more attractions before leaving the country and heading to the next.

The next country is a coastal country where the beaches are world famous.

That’s where Christine White is headed.

When she went, she had bought a bathing suit, but it was a conservative style that would hide the scars on her waist and stomach tightly.

On top of that, she bought Baird Lane a pair, but instead of swim trunks, they were a pair of beach pants.

This country is on the southern tip of the globe, so it doesn’t get cold in the winter, so Christine White cheerfully changed into her bathing suit and dragged Baird Lane, who was wearing a pair of black beach pants, to the beach.

“It’s beautiful!” Christine White stood on the beach, let go of Baird Lane’s hand, and looked at the endless blue sea in front of her, and heartily exclaimed.

Baird Lane is also undeniably beautiful.

“Taking pictures?” He picked up the camera with one hand and shook it.

Christine White hmmm’d and ran toward the beach in front of her, posing for him to photograph.

Then within a few shots, Christine White’s face changed.

Because once again she was treated to the spectacle of Baird Lane surrounded by a group of blonde women.

The first time, those women were there because of Baird Lane’s face; this time, it’s not just the face anymore, it’s the body.

Baird Lane wore nothing but a pair of beach shorts and nothing on top, jacking off a superbly toned body with eight-pack abs for the ladies to salivate over.

Christine White looked at Baird Lane, who was already surrounded by women almost out of sight, and huffed, “Get out of the way!”

When the women heard her voice, they turned around to look at her, and when they saw that it was a petite oriental woman, they laughed disdainfully, “Little sister, who are you?”

“Little sister?” Christine White stared incredulously, looking down at herself and then at the women.

Well, she admitted that it was true that Western women were incomparable in height to Eastern women, and she was nearly half a head shorter than them.

On top of that, those women were all built with big boobs and big asses that she couldn’t compete with either.

So naturally she became a little friend to them.

Christine White didn’t think they looked good at all that way though, they were all big but not at all well proportioned, not like she was just right.

Thinking about it, Christine White sneered, “Who’s your little sister, get out of my way, the man you’re surrounding, is my husband!”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“Husband?” Several women looked at Baird Lane in surprise, “Oh handsome, you’re married?”

Baird Lane looks through the women to Christine White.

Looking at the warning in her eyes, as if to say, if you don’t admit it, you’re done for, he couldn’t help but hook his lips into a smile, “She’s right, she’s my wife.”

“Oh, God, what a shame.” Several women were disappointed.

It was so hard to see a handsome oriental man who fit their aesthetic, but he was actually a man with a master.

What a shame.

A couple of women shook their heads and walked away.

Christine White looked at Baird Lane with a wry smile, “You can really do it, you attract butterflies everywhere you go.”

Baird Lane spreads his hands, “I can’t help it, they recruited themselves.”

“I don’t care, if you don’t get your act together, watch out I’ll be heckling with the men who come to hit on me too.” Christine White said as she looped her arms.

Baird Lane frowned, “Don’t you dare!”

“I dare you!” Christine White looked at him tersely.

She’s not afraid of him.

Eventually, Baird Lane conceded defeat, rubbing his brow, “I-I’ll cover up a little bit later, okay?”

“That’s more like it, let’s go.” Christine White pointed ahead.

“Where to?” Baird Lane asked with a raised eyebrow.

Christine White took his arm, “There’s a mall up ahead, get you a hat and sunglasses.”

“Good.” Baird Lane agreed.

Christine White did buy him a hat and sunglasses, along with a sun-protective jacket to cover his figure.

In this way, unless he took these off himself, no one could tell that he was an extremely handsome man.

Christine White finally smiled with satisfaction, clapped her hands, and dragged Baird Lane back to continue to the couch to take pictures.

After the photo shoot, Baird Lane rented a lounge chair and lounged on it, saying nothing of playing in the water.

Christine White didn’t push him and was understanding.

After all, the water that so many people played in together was downright dirty to him, and it was normal for him to have a cleanliness fetish.

So Christine White left him alone and went off to play on her own.

But before playing, she also wrote a sign to stand by the chaise lounge at Baird Lane that reads, This man is owned!

Baird Lane looked at the words and cried and laughed, and though it was striking, he didn’t pull it out and let her be.

Christine White played for about an hour and finally came back.

Baird Lane saw her, got up, and handed her a glass of juice.

“Thanks.” Christine White took a big sip.

Baird Lane set the magazine in his hand aside, “Going to play again?”

“No, I’ve had quite a good time, I came over to keep you company, the two of us are out on our honeymoon together, I can’t just leave you behind and go crazy alone.” Christine White said with a smile as she finished her juice.

Baird Lane warmed his heart and handed her another towel, “Come here, I’ll wipe your hair.”

“No, I’m from the sea water, I have to take a shower, otherwise it will dry up in a while, it’s sticky and there are salt particles, well I won’t talk to you, I’m going to take a shower first, I’ll be back in a while, wait for me.”

With that said, Christine White grabbed a towel and headed to the front shower to take a bath.

By the time she finished her shower and came out in a long beach dress, it was half an hour later.

Christine White handed him the towel, “Now wipe my hair.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d and pulled her down so she could sit down in front of him.

Christine White sat down and he started rubbing her.

His movements were gentle and Christine White closed her eyes and enjoyed them.

Just as she was groggy and about to fall asleep, he finally finished wiping, “There.”

Christine White opened her eyes and yawned, “Honey, let’s go back, trying to sleep.”

A dark light crossed Baird Lane’s eyes at the word sleep.

This day, he hadn’t been able to do anything to her to get well.

By now, her body should be pretty much the same, right?

Thinking, Baird Lane hastily nodded, “Okay, let’s go.”

The two held hands and went back to the hotel.

Once inside the suite, Baird Lane picked up Christine White and headed for the bed.

Christine White immediately knew what he was trying to do when she saw him yelling sharply, and her whole body sobered up, “Baird Lane, you’re doing it again!”

“What do you mean again?” Baird Lane backed her onto the bed and looked at her with some displeasure, “I haven’t touched you at all in the last few days.”

“It’s not touched, but …”

“But I want to.” Baird Lane interrupted her, his dark pupils fixed on her.

Christine White looked at him like that and her mouth opened, suddenly unable to speak for a moment before she made a sound, “Okay, but not for too long.”

“Good.” Baird Lane, a triumphant glint in his eye, fished for the covers to cover him.

The next day, the two were asleep when they were awakened by a phone call.