Seize His Little Wife

Debby York didn’t drink it and set it aside, “Don’t you realize?”

“What should I know?” Christine White looked at her in tears.

Debby York rolled her eyes, “It’s just talk, haven’t you noticed that the atmosphere in the office is off today, didn’t you hear them talking about you when you came to work this morning and when you just got back?”

“Heard that.” Christine White nodded, “But I don’t know what they’re talking about me.”

She had just wondered.

She’d gotten all kinds of stares and comments in the morning, how come it was now afternoon and it wasn’t over yet.

She even wondered if she had a little note on her from someone.

“My goodness, you really do live in your own world and don’t listen to anything outside of it.” Debby York staggered.

“You think I want to, I’m still too busy to pay attention to the rest.” Christine White had her hands on her face, “Just tell me what I’ve done to become the talk of their teatime.”

“Actually, you didn’t do anything, it’s just that you upset those women at work last night with your dance with President Lane.”

“Dancing?”

“Yeah, they’re jealous you drew President Lane.”

Christine White frowned, “But why do I get the feeling that that wasn’t jealousy, it was ridicule.”

“Puff!” Debby York burst out laughing and hastily covered her mouth.

“What are you laughing at?” Christine White glared.

Debby York couldn’t hold it in any longer and simply let go of her hand and slapped the table with such abandon that tears came to her eyes, “Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, I remembered the scene where you danced with President Lane, it was hilarious, Christine, do you know how many times you stomped on President Lane? ”

Christine White shook her head.

She didn’t really know.

All she knows for sure is that she did step on Baird Lane several times.

“How about eight times.” Debby York compared a number, “They’re all jealous that you stepped on President Lane so many times and President Lane didn’t even fire you.”

“Eight times!” Christine White exclaimed, biting her nails with a sardonic expression on her face, “That’s a lot.”

“Yeah, but I still have the video here.” Debby York pulled out her cell phone and tapped it a few times handing it to her.

Christine White’s whole face was bashful when she read it.

Is she really the one dancing with Baird Lane in this?

Dancing so badly, not to mention the others, she didn’t even have eyes for herself.

It was such a bad dance that Baird Lane actually finished with her and didn’t leave without her, so really he’s well groomed.

“Now you know why the guys are talking about you.” Debby York took back her cell phone with a bad smile.

Christine White covers her face, “Because of this video …”

“Yeah, the employees who attended the welcome party weren’t all of them after all, and someone posted the whole thing of you dancing with President Lane to the company’s big group, so naturally people couldn’t help but talk about you when they saw it.”

“But it’s not a good argument.”

Debby York hemmed and hawed, “That’s why I said they were jealous of you, of your good fortune and guts, I don’t think they’d have the guts to dance with President Lane if they were the ones who drew him.”

“Stop it, I want to be quiet.” Christine White spreads out on the table with a salty look on her face.

“Okay, okay I’ll stop, are we going to sing tonight?” Debby York changed the subject.

Christine White looked up, “Not going, my husband said he had something to talk to me about tonight.”

“I see, another time then.” Debby York pouted a bit in frustration and left afterward after a bit of small talk with her.

Christine White took a short break and hit the ground running to get back to work.

With those three secretaries gone, all the work piled up on her head alone, even with Assistant Gates’s help, she was still busy into the night, working an extra three hour shift to finish all the work, and when she returned to the villa, it was already nine o’clock.

Christine White’s stomach was so vaguely hungry that her face went a little pale, and she rubbed her stomach with one hand as she opened the door with the key in the other.

Because of the stomach pain and hunger, so little strength, hands are shaking, the key half a day can not match the lock hole, but finally Aunt Lucy heard the noise from the inside to open the door.

“Madam is back.” Aunt Lucy took out her slippers for her.

Christine White replaced it and forced up a smile, “Good evening Aunt Lucy.”

“Good evening ma’am.” Aunt Lucy returned the favor, then noticed that something was wrong with her appearance and instantly tensed up, “Mistress why do you look so pale?”

“A little uncomfortable.” Christine White returned, leaning against the shoebox.

“Is it sick,” Aunt Lucy rushed to help her to the couch and sit down.

Christine White plopped down on the arm of the couch, “Not sick, just a little stomach ache from being so hungry, Aunt Lucy, is there any more food in the house?”

“You haven’t eaten at this late hour ma’am?” Aunt Lucy looked at her in surprise.

Christine White shook her head weakly, “Too busy for that.”

“Even if you’re busy, you still need to squeeze out some time to eat something.” Aunt Lucy glared at her with both heartache and reproach, then poured her a cup of hot water, “Mistress you drink a cup of water first, I’ll go heat up the rice.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Thanks Aunt Lucy,” Christine White said as she took a few sips.

The warm water went down, instantly easing the burning sensation and pain in her stomach, turning her face all around a bit, regaining some of her strength so she could stop slumping over the arm of the couch and sit up a little straighter to turn on the TV with the remote control.

After watching for a while, Aunt Lucy’s voice rang from the direction of the kitchen, “The rice is heated up, ma’am come over and eat.”

“Coming.” Christine White responded, getting up and walking over.

Finishing her meal, Christine White dropped her dishes and exhaled contentedly.

“Is the Mrs. full?” Aunt Lucy asked cheerfully.

Christine White nodded, “Full, Aunt Lucy’s handiwork is still so good, I’ve eaten almost all of it yet.”

This horse’s ass of hers made Aunt Lucy’s heart burst with joy and she smiled a toothless smile, “Mistress has such a sweet mouth, no wonder Master likes you so much.”

“That’s because Grandpa is amiable.” Christine White leaned back lazily in her chair.

Though she said so, she knew in her heart that the old man liked her because she was not after The Lane Family’s money, and it was because of that that the old man picked her to marry Baird Lane, with the aim of getting her to give The Lane Family a fourth generation.

But after three years of marriage and no great-grandchildren, the old man is getting antsy and even gives her and Baird Lane an ultimatum to have a child as soon as possible or else they won’t be allowed to enter the gates of The Lane Family’s old mansion.

She was in a difficult position, Baird Lane did not want to have a child with her, and she could not have a child alone … not knowing whether the old man would make her divorce Baird Lane after a long time.

Thinking of this, Christine White’s brows colored with a few smudges of worry, “By the way Aunt Lucy, is Baird back yet?”

“No.” Aunt Lucy shook her head, “Is Mister coming back to stay tonight too?”

“He said he’d be back.” Christine White hammered her sore shoulders back.

“Why don’t you call mister and ask him, ma’am?” Aunt Lucy suggested as she cleared the dishes.

Christine White thought about it and agreed.

Baird Lane just told her to wait, and she didn’t know how long she’d have to wait.

Christine White took out her cell phone and, encouraged by Aunt Lucy, dialed Baird Lane over.

The call was quickly answered and she tensed her heartstrings, “Baird, when are you coming back?”

“Who are you?” Instead of Baird Lane’s voice, an unfamiliar female voice with a hint of sharp questioning came over the phone.

Christine White froze, subconsciously believing that she had made a mistake, and rushed to bring her phone to her attention, confused again when she saw that it was indeed Baird Lane’s number.

What’s going on?

Why would a woman answer it?