Seize His Little Wife

“Christine, I heard you were mobbed again?”

Upon hearing this, Christine White held her head in her hands with a headache, “I don’t know what’s going on with them, stopping me to ask all sorts of reunion questions, the point is that I don’t know a lot of them!”

“It’s not because you’re more grounded they dared to approach you, they wouldn’t have dared with the other three secretaries.” Debby York said with a nudge.

Christine White cried, “What’s grounding again?”

“You don’t get it, do you? This is all thanks to your previous status, you used to be just a grassroots employee like us, although you stepped on shit luck and became President Lane’s secretary, but after all, you came out of the grassroots, so people are more affectionate towards you.” Debby York explained as she sipped her water.

Christine White drifted off, “No wonder they come running to me every time they hear something about the company.”

“Before that was all chicken scratch, but this is different.” Debby York said mysteriously.

Christine White squinted at her, “What’s the difference? It’s just a reunion, I don’t really know what to ask.”

“So you still have a lot to learn, didn’t I tell you last time, for this reunion, President Lane approved a good amount of money down, this money is divided equally to each employee is quite a lot of it, everyone is a benefit, as long as you want to cash, don’t go out to play.” Debby York wagged her finger with a ‘I’m good, aren’t I’ look on her face.

Christine White rubbed her chin thoughtfully, “So that’s it … Looks like I do have some learning to do.”

She patted the large stack of information on her desk and sighed.

Debby York’s eyes were drawn to her, “What are these?”

“It’s the information for the reunion that Senpai asked me to organize.”

“That’s a lot… I don’t suppose it’s hard for you to organize it all by yourself?” Debby York flipped through two random books with skeptical eyes.

“Thinking about what.” Christine White put back the two books she had drawn away, “How is this difficult, the reunion information involves such a large sum of money, it’s simply not something I can access as a new secretary, seniors are promoting me.”

“Seriously” Debby York was a little disbelieving, “I’ve only ever heard of old people suppressing new people, especially in a big company like ours most of all, and they’re going to promote you?”

“Well, because President Lane ordered it.” Christine White smiles proudly.

That time Baird Lane had asked her to study under these three secretaries, he had told them to take care of her a little more.

“President Lane?” said Debby York, her eyes widening, “No Christine, President Lane actually thinks that highly of you?”

“Fancy should not be talked about.” Christine White thought seriously, “It should be because I think I’m at least his secretary, I can’t be too incompetent, that’s why I let them teach me.”

“I guess so.” Debby York bought that reasoning and looked again at the papers pushed up on her desktop, “Well, I’ll leave you to your business, and I should get back, if I don’t I’m going to get checked out.”

“Go on.” Christine White waved her hand.

When Debby York was gone, she took a breath and got into the swing of things again …

In the blink of an eye, a few days later.

Christine White comes down the stairs with her suitcase.

Baird Lane heard her labored breathing and twisted his head slightly to look over.

At this look, a frown creased his brow.

“Christine White, what have you packed?”

Christine White patted her enlarged suitcase, “It doesn’t hold much, it’s just something to use on the way out.”

“For going out?” Baird Lane got up from the couch and walked over, reaching down to lift the case, which was so heavy he barely lifted it the first time.

Baird Lane set the box down with a dark face, “Christine White, are you going on a reunion or a move? You’re going out with a box this big and this full?”

“Full?” Christine White looked at him with an innocent look on her face, “I still have some unfilled.”

Baird Lane’s eyes twitched slightly at the corners of his eyes, “What else are you going to pretend?”

“Clothes hangers, blow dryers, shoe toasters, that sort of thing …” Christine White breaks off her fingers and counts.

Baird Lane just felt the veins popping in his forehead, “What are you bringing all this stuff you can’t use?”

“Can’t use them?” Christine White blinked, “But I thought they were necessary.”

Aunt Lucy had been cleaning in the living room and hadn’t opened her mouth to say anything, just pricked up her ears and listened surreptitiously.

Hearing this, she couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke in amusement, “Madam, sir is right, these things are indeed not used, the hotel has them all when you go over there.”

“Is that so?” Christine White bit her lip in dismay, “I don’t know, I’ve never been out of the country or stayed in a hotel, so …”

She was a little embarrassed and lined up her fingers.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Aunt Lucy laughed twice, “It’s fine, it’s normal for the wife not to know, just pay attention next time.”

“… Well,” Christine White nodded.

“Open it!” Baird Lane pointed to the suitcase at her feet.

Christine White didn’t move, “Open for what?”

“I’m going to see what else you’ve got in there that I can’t use.” Baird Lane ordered, “Open it up, you think you can carry this much on the plane? I told all the staff to pack light a long time ago, you’re the only one who doesn’t listen, and when it comes time for you to check in that little bit of time, you’re holding everyone up.”

“That serious?” Once Christine White heard his words, she didn’t dare to hesitate any longer and hurriedly opened her suitcase.

Baird Lane saw her take things out of it one by one, her face darkening with each one.

“What are you packing in here?” He pressed his brow.

Emergency kit, folding recliner …

What left him most speechless was that there was actually a tent!

What’s the point of all this? They’re going skiing, not Jedi hunting. What’s going on in this woman’s head?

Agreeing to be dumbfounded was Aunt Lucy, who crouched down, patted the folding chaise lounge, and burst into a bit of a fit of tears, “Ma’am, what did you put those in for?”

“I’m not even doing it for Baird,” Christine White beamed.

Baird Lane wrinkled his nose, “For me?”

“Yeah, I don’t know how to ski, but you do, and you definitely go back to skiing, which I can see is so dangerous, and in case of injury, these would come in handy …” she said as she got more and more fictional.

Baird Lane was exasperated by her, “Christine White, according to you, it seems like you can’t wait for me to get hurt?”

“No no.” Christine White hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands, “That’s not what I meant, I just meant just in case.”

“All right, ten thousand or whatever, you put these back and pack a smaller box with the clothes you’re going to change into and your meds, and Aunt Lucy you go up and help her before she packs something else in there that’s inexplicable.”

Baird Lane didn’t bother to say anything more to her, and after waving a command to Aunt Lucy, he lifted his foot and walked out the door.

Aunt Lucy pulled Christine White’s suitcase over her, “Come on ma’am, do as the gentleman says.”

“Oh.” Christine White nodded.

With Aunt Lucy’s help, her suitcase was changed to the smallest size, and it contained all but the two things Baird Lane had said she would need, and at her insistence she still had the first aid kit in it.

She had watched a lot of skiing videos in the meantime, and there were a few people who had fallen and hurt themselves, so bringing this with her gave her some peace of mind.

“Aunt Lucy, we’ll be off then.” Christine White got into the car and rolled down the window to wave goodbye to Aunt Lucy.

“Go on, Mr. and Mrs. Have fun.” Aunt Lucy waved back.

Baird Lane didn’t respond and just stepped on the gas and drove off.

Along the way, Baird Lane cold face did not say anything, Christine White wanted to talk to him, but did not have much courage to speak, can only look at the scenery outside the car window in silence, looking forward to this trip abroad.

“Baird, the airport is just up ahead, why don’t you put me down in case everyone sees that I came in your car.” Christine White warned as she peeled herself against his seat.

Baird Lane ignored her words and instead accelerated past her and parked in front of the airport’s concourse.

It just so happened that the company was assembled there, and as soon as the two got out of the car, they were seen by everyone.

“President Lane, and Secretary White, why are you here together?” A senior asked in surprise.