Seize His Little Wife

Baird Lane dropped his eyes and didn’t answer; he didn’t know how to answer her question either.

He couldn’t say for himself why he didn’t let them meet, because there was always a voice in his heart telling him that something might happen to them after they met that he couldn’t control.

He didn’t want to believe the feeling but couldn’t help caring about it, hence he hadn’t told Molly that he was married until now, and on top of that, he hadn’t been sure if Molly still had that feeling for him.

If there was, he wondered what would happen to Molly.

“Baird?” seeing that the man was out of it, Molly Bort tugged on his sleeve, “what are you thinking about?”

“It’s fine.” Baird Lane came back to his senses, mentally pinching his brow a little wearily, “You really want to see her?”

“Uh-huh.” Molly Bort nodded.

The knot in Baird Lane’s throat slid twice, his voice a little raspy, “Okay, I’ll arrange for you to meet, but not for too long.”

“Good.” Molly Bort answered with a smile.

Baird Lane looks slightly sideways and casts a look at Ives Norton, who’s been a mook on the sidelines.

Ives Norton lifted his eyebrows and followed him out.

“Which ward is Christine White in?”

“How about downstairs, I’ll show you.” Ives Norton said walking ahead.

Baird Lane followed him.

“I thought you didn’t let them see each other? How come you suddenly figured it out again?” Ives Norton suddenly snickered as he entered the elevator.

Baird Lane ignored him, his deep pupils staring at the crack in the elevator door, unable to tell if he was happy or angry.

Ives Norton tsked, “Baird, what the hell were you thinking?”

“What do you mean?” Baird Lane asked rhetorically with thin lips and a cool tone.

Ives Norton stood alongside him with his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat, “You and Molly Bort of course, I remember you saying that there was no chance of you and her right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And what do you mean now?” Ives Norton gave him a look, his eyes serious, “I didn’t want to say anything about what you did before, but now I have to say something, since you don’t have that in mind, you shouldn’t get too close to her.”

He did think Christine White was not good enough for Baird Lane until he changed his mind about her.

But now he’s changed his mind, and Christine White, who has a heart of gold more than Molly Bort, is the one who’s perfect for Baird Lane, and he wants them to be together.

And as a bystander, there is one thing he sees clearly, that is, although Baird Lane still can’t let go of Molly Bort, but there is also Christine White’s place in his heart, only Baird Lane himself hasn’t realized it yet.

With that thought, Ives Norton said fondly, “Baird, as a friend, I hope you don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t mean much, some of it just goes to the point, there’s no point in making it clear, it’s all up to the individual to comprehend it.” Ives Norton smiled and stopped outside the door of a ward, “This is it, get yourself in there, I’m going back to my office.”

He pointed to the door of the room in front of him and then turned away.

Baird Lane stood still for a moment in thought, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Christine White heard a knock on the door and lifted a head from her bed.

“It’s me.”

“Baird?” said Christine White in surprise, hurrying to put on her shoes and get out of bed to answer the door.

The door opens and Baird Lane enters, “You were sleeping?”

“No, laying on my cell phone.” Christine White closed the door behind her.

She was going to have surgery at night, so where was she going to sleep.

“Aren’t you astigmatic and lying on your cell phone?” Baird Lane frowned.

Christine White rubbed her nose and smiled sardonically, “Laying back is comfortable, have you finished watching Miss Molly Bort?”

She quickly changed the subject.

Baird Lane hmmmed, “She wants to see you.”

“Who?” Christine White froze, a little unresponsive

Baird Lane gave her a sidelong glance, “Who did you say it was?”

Christine White blinked in dismay: “Miss Molly Bort?

“Come on, I’ll take you up.” Baird Lane headed for the door without a word, and after two steps heard little movement behind him.

He whipped his head around and Christine White was still standing there not moving, as dumb as she was.

“What are you doing, and don’t you dare follow.” Baird Lane pursed his lips, his tone slightly disgusted.

Christine White slowed down and hurriedly jogged to keep up with him, “Coming, coming.”

The air became oppressive as the two walked quietly down the hallway, not saying a word.

Halfway across the room, Christine White looked at the back of the man in front of her, hesitated, and didn’t hold back from calling out, “Baird.”

Baird Lane was on his feet, “What is it?”

“What was Miss Molly Bort like?” She asked tentatively.

In fact, on the last phone call, she had vaguely guessed that Molly Bort was a strong and sharp person from the tone of her voice when she spoke.

And people like that were generally not very good looking, she was a little worried.

At the same time she wanted to find out from him if Molly Bort was thinking what she was thinking.

“What are you asking for?” Baird Lane asked without answering as he pressed the elevator button.

Christine White bit her lip, “Just a little curious, if you don’t want to talk about it forget it.”

“Nothing bad to say.” Baird Lane stepped into the elevator and answered her as he pressed the floor, “Molly is mild-mannered and unassuming.”

“Mild?” The corners of Christine White’s mouth twitched in a slightly inaccessible way.

Sure enough, it wasn’t what she thought.

She didn’t think Molly Bort was a mild-mannered person; she’d been visibly agitated and angry the last time she’d said she was his wife on the phone.

Isn’t this what Debby York said about a man being a white lotus in front of him and a black hearted lotus behind him?

“Thinking about what?” Baird Lane snapped.

Christine White shook her head and waved her hands back and forth, “Nothing nothing nothing …”

Baird Lane could see she was being a thief, but wasn’t interested, straightening his cuffs and cautioning, “When you see Molly in a few minutes, there are things you shouldn’t say.”

“So what should I say and what shouldn’t I say?” Christine White inquired cautiously, twisting her fingers.

Baird Lane looked at her askance as if she were a fool, “You can’t say anything other than you’re my wife, at your own discretion.”

“Oh …” Christine White’s eyes dimmed and she slowly lowered her head.

Can’t you talk about being a wife? Is she that much of a failure to hold her own as a wife?

Or is he worried that she, his wife, will irritate his ex-girlfriend?

Christine White sucked in her breath, her heart sore and aching, and turned her head to the side without saying a word.

In the silence, Molly Bort’s hospital room arrived.

Baird Lane let Christine White go in alone while he lit a cigarette and stood outside the door waiting.

Christine White was going to remind him to smoke less, it’s bad for his health.

But held back when he saw the exhaustion and worry on his brow.

“I’m going in first.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane responded with an expressionless face.

Christine White unscrewed the handle and pushed the door in.

Molly Bort heard the commotion and immediately looked over, “Hello.”

“Hello.” Christine White nodded slightly, then sized her up.

She sat on the hospital bed, holding a book in her hand, her face still hanging a light smile, and her surrounding temperament is also very good, gentle and elegant, worthy of being a thousand-year-old girl from a famous family.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

But she was too thin, no two or two meat on her body, like a skeleton frame, but even so, wearing a wig she was still very beautiful.

Such a beauty with a good temperament, a good family, and a good dancer, no wonder Baird Lane couldn’t get enough of it, Christine White thought to herself in shame, with a few moments of envy in her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, while she envied Molly Bort, Molly Bort also envied her, and was even a little jealous. Obviously, the two of them had the same blood type of bone marrow, so why was she able to be healthy and well, while she herself could only lie here.

But …

Molly Bort looked at Christine White’s lesser looks and body than her own and was instantly balanced again.

“You are Ms. Christine White, aren’t you?” She asked with a smile as she collected the negative emotions in her mind.