Seize His Little Wife

She had spent the entire afternoon in the office on purpose, finishing all the work at hand and looking up to see that it was just after three in the afternoon, far from the end of her shift.

Seeing that there was really no way to delay, Christine White had to gather the courage to pick up the microphone and dial the president’s office.

After being promoted to secretary, her office was also moved next to the president’s office.

One person uses an office.

The call was quickly answered and she instantly tensed her heartstrings, “President Lane? It’s me …”

“Organize all of the company’s projects from last year to now and bring them to me before the end of the day.” The man’s cool voice came from the microphone, seemingly not caring about her at all.

“All the programs?” Christine White stared.

Is this a job that can be done by one person?

“Do you have any more questions?” He inquired in a cold voice.

“Nope, nothing.” Christine White squeezed the microphone, how dare she say anything.

She’s the one who offended Baird Lane in the first place. Who else is to blame?

Hanging the phone up, she wailed.

All items ah …

She’s not going to get off work on time today.

…

It took all night to get it done, and I didn’t even have time to take more than a sip of water, so I finally got the project all organized in time for nine o’clock.

Christine White stretched her back and hurriedly organized all the documents and carried them over to the president’s office, who knew that there was no one in the office for a long time.

“I would have guessed this would be the case, I’m the only one working overtime, hmmm …”This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She muttered and put the file on her desktop, then went back to her office and shut down her computer, grabbed her bag, and left the office with a weary stride.

There weren’t many people on the streets at night, so she rubbed her sore back and pulled out her cell phone to call a cab.

But after waiting under the streetlight for almost twenty minutes, there was still no one to take the order.

“What bad luck!”

She was so angry that she stomped her feet and had to go to the bus stop not far away to wait for the bus.

Just walked not two steps, behind suddenly shot a beam of blinding light, look back, is a black car.

The car simply stopped beside her, the driver’s window was lowered, Baird Lane frowned at the woman outside, really didn’t expect her to work overtime until now.

Even though he was the one who gave the order in the first place.

But what shocked him most was that he had waited for her until now …

“Get in the car.” Baird Lane, not wanting to talk about this more than necessary, ordered in a cold voice.

“You, why are you still here?” Christine White stared wide-eyed, hadn’t this person left work long ago, why was he still here?

It’s hard to believe that he’s waiting for her.

“I say again, get in the car.” Baird Lane tapped the steering wheel impatiently, not bothering to waste time with her.

“Okay, okay.” This commanding tone made her freeze, and she didn’t dare to say anything more, hurriedly running to the passenger side of the seat and getting into the car, “It’s really troublesome, or else I’d have to wait here for the car.”

Baird Lane didn’t heed her words, “Put your seatbelt on.”

“Okay.” Christine White nodded hastily.

The man of her heart not only became her husband, but was also willing to wait for her to get off work and send her home, such a thing was something she never dared to think about before, but now it happened.

Is this a dream come true?

Christine White clenched her hands, not daring to breathe hard for fear that the beauty of the dream before her would awaken at first.

The car wasn’t going very fast and the heat was on inside.

For some reason, Christine White suddenly felt uncomfortable, and her originally rosy little face was quickly colored with some pallor, and cold sweat gradually seeped out from her bare forehead.

Baird Lane, sitting beside him, quickly sensed something was wrong and then pulled over to the side of the road, “What’s wrong with you?”

“It’s nothing, I think it’s a stomach bug.” She weakly covered her stomach, “I’ll go back and get something to eat, then take my medicine and I’ll be fine.”

She’d long had stomach problems, with an occasional attack or two, and had gotten used to it over the years.

Because the pain was getting stronger, as she spoke, she subconsciously bent her body slightly in an attempt to minimize the pain.

Baird Lane frowned tightly, “Go to the hospital.”

The car quickly turned around, and Christine White could only curl up in the car seat in pain, but sweetness welled up in her heart as she watched the man beside her tense his handsome face.

With this man by her side, what did she have to fear?