Seize His Little Wife

“Mrs. should be resting already, sir do you want to see Mrs., why don’t I go up and ask her to come down?” Aunt Lucy put down the remote control.

Baird Lane raised his hand to stop it, “No, I’ll just go by myself.”

When he finished, he went upstairs.

The room was dark and quiet as a pin drop.

Baird Lane turned on the lights and the bright light illuminated the room.

He looked toward the bed, where the covers were bulging high, and it was obvious that someone was lying in it.

“Still asleep!” Baird Lane murmured, easing his footsteps over to the woman in the bed and towering over her.

She was already asleep, and her sleep was well-behaved, except for a slightly furrowed brow that was telling the others that she wasn’t sleeping soundly.

Had a nightmare?

Baird Lane reached out and touched her forehead, mentally dismissing the idea of waking her.

Forget it. We’ll talk to her tomorrow.

It’s dragged on for so many days, and I don’t care if it’s another day late.

Baird Lane took off his suit jacket tugged on his tie and headed for the bathroom.

The next day, Christine White was confused and about to wake up when she suddenly felt something hitching towards her waist at once, making her unable to roll over.

A little disgruntled, she reached out to touch it, only to be surprised by an arm!

Christine White came to her senses in a flash and subconsciously turned her head, only to see that there was actually a man lying beside her.

It’s Baird Lane!

“Why are you here?” Christine White’s eyes widened, the shock in her heart unmistakable.

When did he get back last night?

And when did you go back to bed?

Surprisingly, she didn’t feel a thing!

Baird Lane opened his eyes unpleasantly, his voice raspy with first awakening, “I’m your husband, why do you think I’m here?”

This woman, again, has lost her married self-consciousness!

Christine White’s expression staggered for a moment, then she snapped and scratched her head, “I’m sorry, I’m still a little uncomfortable with you coming back to stay …”

“I can see you’re clearly used to being free.” Baird Lane grimaced and lifted the covers to rise.

Christine White beamed in aggravation.

She’s not the one who’s used to being free.

She really just hadn’t fully accepted the fact that he was back to stay.

And in all these days, he’s only been back for two nights.

Christine White sighed and patted her cheeks to get up.

After breakfast, Baird Lane dropped her off at the same intersection as he had done the previous two times.

She jogged all the way to the company, and just as she entered the front door, she saw a number of people pointing at her, some even exchanging words.

“That’s her …”

“So it’s her.”

“Yes, it can be funny.”

What’s the situation?

Christine White turned her neck and looked around, not understanding what was happening.

And the people who were mingling had lower voices that she couldn’t hear, and with a gut feeling that told her it wasn’t anything good, she didn’t bother to ask and quickened her pace into the elevator.

When she got to the top floor, Christine White saw the doors of the other three secretaries’ offices were closed when she passed by, thus showing that they had really resigned and left.

But at this moment, she suddenly realized a very serious problem, with them gone, what about their jobs?

Does she have to do it all by herself from now on?

Thinking about this, Christine White’s head was a little dizzy and her whole body was bad.

“Secretary White.” Assistant Gates’s voice sounded behind him.

Christine White turned and greeted her somewhat listlessly, “Good morning Assistant Gates.”

“Good morning, what’s Secretary White standing around for?”

“Nothing much, just wondering if there’s more work ahead.” She returned bitterly.

Assistant Gates understood what she meant, and couldn’t help but smile, “Secretary White don’t worry, President Lane has asked me to transfer three secretaries from The Lane Family Group headquarters, I believe they will be here tomorrow, and they won’t make you do everything.”

“Really?” Christine White’s eyes lit up.

“Of course it’s true.” Assistant Gates nodded.

Christine White breathed a huge sigh of relief, her person instantly refreshed, “That’s great.”

“Secretary White still shouldn’t be too happy yet.” The smirk on Assistant Gates’s face grew thicker, giving off a bad vibe for no apparent reason.

Christine White swallowed, “Wh, what do you mean?”

“It means, the new secretarial team hasn’t arrived yet, so the usual work of the other three secretaries will be left to Secretary White alone for the time being, this is President Lane’s meaning, go for it Secretary White!” Assistant Gates said and left.

Christine White was the only one left standing alone in the long corridor in tears, feeling that the road ahead was dark.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She knew it wasn’t that simple …

Christine White slumped her shoulders and resigned herself to returning to her office to begin the day’s work, and then all morning she didn’t stop, too busy to even take a sip of water, let alone go to the bathroom, her ass never leaving her chair for half a minute.

It was hard to sort through the mess, and she had to hoof it to Baird Lane again.

“President Lane, today’s information is organized.” She reported as she stood in front of Baird Lane’s desk with a tired look on her face.

“Put it down.” Baird Lane returned without looking up.

Christine White set the stack of papers down, “Then President Lane, I’ll be on my way out.”

She had much, much, much more work to take care of.

“Wait.” Baird Lane called out to her.

Christine White retracted her raised foot and looked at him quizzically, “Anything else President Lane?”

“How are you considering it?”

“What?”

Baird Lane frowned and slowly spat out two words, “Marrow!”

Is she deliberately pretending not to know?

Hearing the word bone marrow, Christine White blanched a little, “I haven’t thought about it …”

“Still not thinking about it?”

“Uh-huh.” She lowered her eyelids in a small response.

Baird Lane put down his pen and his deep gaze fell on her for a moment, “What exactly are you hesitating about?”

“I …” Christine White twisted the corner of her coat, unsure of how to answer.

Baird Lane took a long breath and lightened his tone a little, “Are you concerned about something?”

Christine White nodded hesitantly.

“What concerns?”

“I looked up the information …”

“And then what?”

Christine White bit her lower lip, “Then I read that there’s a thirty percent chance that a bone marrow donor will have after-effects, that they’ll get older, that they’ll get leukemia, and I’m scared …”

“Aftermath?” Baird Lane’s pupils shrunk slightly and his expression became grave.

He had no idea that there would be fallout from bone marrow donation.

And it’s still such a serious afterthought.

He’d always thought it was just his physique that would deteriorate.

Baird Lane’s fingers clicked on the cold desktop, making a clattering sound, “I see, you go out first, I’ll ask ask Ives Norton specifically, he’s well aware of your physical condition, he should know if there will be any after effects after you donate your bone marrow.”

“… Good.” Christine White forced a smile, and the moment she turned around, her eyes moistened.

He still wants her to donate bone marrow.

As soon as Christine White left, Baird Lane dialed Ives Norton.

Ives Norton yawned, “What can I do for you?”

“Let me ask you, is bone marrow donation an afterthought?”

“Yeah.” Ives Norton replied in disbelief.

Baird Lane’s heart sank and his face tightened, “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You didn’t ask.” Ives Norton turned on the speakerphone and dropped it on the table, taking off his glasses and wiping them slowly.

“I didn’t ask, so you didn’t know to volunteer?” Baird Lane’s tone was cold, and it was evident that he was angry.

Ives Norton put his glasses back on, “I can’t afford not to think about it.”

“So tell me now, what kind of after-effects are there?”

“There’s a big one and a small one, I guess, the small one is that you get physically worse, and the more serious one is that you get old and get leukemia.”

Surprisingly, it’s the same thing Christine White said!

Baird Lane’s grip on his cell phone tightened violently, “What about Christine White? Will she have after effects?”