Seize His Little Wife

Walking to the door, she took a few labored breaths before lifting her hand to knock.

The door quickly opened and an arm reached out, grabbing her wrist violently and ripping her inside.

The door slammed vigorously shut with a bang.

Baird Lane lifted her chin and kissed her.

…

The next day, Christine White wakes up in Baird Lane’s arms, and a scene from last night is all coming back to her at the moment.

Christine White peeked toward the man, who was frowning tightly, still asleep.

Christine White breathed a small sigh of relief.

Great, he’s still awake.

It’s better to be embarrassed by one person than two!

Christine White gently brought Baird Lane’s arm around herself, then fished out her bathrobe on the floor and tiptoed off the couch, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she gave right back up.

She hastily bit her lip not to let herself make a sound so as not to wake the man, but was afraid that the sound of her fall would wake him.

She hurriedly stretched her neck to check on the man again, and when she saw that he still wasn’t awake, she let her heart drop, and then hurriedly put on her bathrobe immediately afterward, limping and slipping out of the study.

As soon as I got out, I bumped into Aunt Lucy, who was wiping down the railing.

“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy called out to her.

Christine White, as if she hadn’t heard, gathered up her robe and darted back to her room with her head down.

Aunt Lucy knew she was being shy and smiled gratefully, then immediately called the old man to tell him the plan had worked.

As expected, the old man was so happy that he shouted in a row and asked Aunt Lucy to stew more tonic soup to make up for the two children.

Aunt Lucy had already made the tonic soup, and seeing that it was almost noon, she simply dropped her rag and went to knock on the door of the study.

Baird Lane wakes up to a knock on the door and hears Aunt Lucy’s voice and is instantly reminded of what happened last night.

He ran his eyes around the cluttered study, which was no longer occupied by Christine White, who had woken up and gone away at some point, but the airy charm hadn’t quite dissipated yet.

Baird Lane’s eyes flickered slightly with some unknown emotion before he went to the bathroom to put on last night’s clothes and open the door.

“Sir, it’s time for lunch.” Aunt Lucy said with a smile.

Baird Lane looked at her with an icy chill emanating from his body, “Why did you do that!”

Aunt Lucy had known she would be chastised today, so she wasn’t in a hurry and wiped her hands on her apron before answering, “Sir, I don’t have the guts to do that, it’s all because the master told me to!”

“Grandpa?” Baird Lane’s brow jumped hard.

Surprisingly, it’s the old man!

When did the old man get so ridiculous as to give his grandson and grandson-in-law that kind of medicine!

“It’s the Master, the Master said that sooner or later you and the Mistress won’t be able to conceive a child, so he’ll have to resort to this.”

Speaking of which, Aunt Lucy clearly feels injustice for Christine White.

It’s not where the wife doesn’t want to conceive a child.

It’s obvious that Mr. hasn’t been back for three years and hasn’t even touched Mrs., so how could she get pregnant?

If she hadn’t been worried that the old man would be irritated by what he heard, she would have wanted to tell the old man about it, so that he could clean up Mister.

“I see, you go down.” Baird Lane waved his hand grimly.

Since Grandpa did it, he naturally can’t blame Aunt Lucy.

But this feeling of being counted was still hard on him.

“Wait a minute.” Thinking of something, Baird Lane called back to Aunt Lucy.

Aunt Lucy paused, “Is there anything else you would like to ask sir?”

“Where’s the rest of the medicine?” Baird Lane stared at her intently.

In case the medicine is still left, is that going to go down on him and Christine White again.

“The medicine is gone, just two, one for you and one for ma’am.” Aunt Lucy spread her hands back.

Baird Lane blushed a little better, “Better not lie to me and deny that even if you’re Grandpa’s man, I’m not going to let you go.”

Aunt Lucy looked puzzled, “I see, then sir, I’ll go down first.”

Baird Lane hmmm’d and lifted his feet toward the master bedroom.

Walking to the door, he twisted the handle, but found that it wouldn’t budge at all, apparently the door was unlocked.

Baird Lane’s brow furrowed into a kawa, “Christine White open the door!”

Inside the room, Christine White curled up in wear and even cringed when she heard his voice.

He’s awake!

“Open the door, do you hear me!” Baird Lane repeated.

Christine White lifted the covers and got out of bed and slowly walked over and opened the door, “Baird…”

She dared not look at him with her head down.

It was just that last night had been so mortifying that she didn’t know how to face him now.

Just in case he remembers everything from last night too and thinks she’s an open woman.

“What are you doing in there? I called you twice before I opened the door.” Baird Lane swept behind Christine White.

Christine White tossed her little head, “Not doing anything, resting.”

“Unwell?” Baird Lane’s dark pupils scanned her.

Christine White subconsciously replied, “No no, I’m just a little sleepy.”

Sleeping is fake, but resting is real.

But all this, she certainly could not say to him.

Unbeknownst to her, her acting was so bad that Baird Lane could tell at a glance that she was forcing herself through the pain, and her lips couldn’t help but purse into a straight line.

It hurts and you don’t even know how to say it. This woman is so stupid!

He remembered everything from last night and naturally knew how much force he had used.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked so skinny and small, it was a wonder she didn’t get hurt.

“Don’t rest, you go down to dinner.” Baird Lane ordered in a faint voice.

Christine White finally looked up at her, “What about you?”

“I’m going to take a shower and go down in a few minutes.” Baird Lane said, crossing over to her and entering the room.

Christine White looked at his back, her expression gradually becoming less awkward and apprehensive.

He had just looked at her with clear eyes, as if he didn’t think she was an open woman.

Seems like she was overthinking everything …

At last reassured by this thought, Christine White patted herself on the back and gently closed the door to her room and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Aunt Lucy smiled snidely as soon as she saw her, “How did the missus sleep last night?”

“Aunt Lucy, why are you doing this.” Christine White gave her a grumbling look.

She wasn’t stupid, and the problems Baird Lane thought of, she thought of.

It’s just the three of them in the villa, so most likely, it’s Aunt Lucy.

Aunt Lucy laughed twice and told her again what she had just said to Baird Lane, “Ma’am, you can’t blame me for this, it’s the old man’s order.”

“Grandpa?” Christine White was shocked, “Grandpa why would he do that?”