Seize His Little Wife

Such clanking eyes he’d only just seen from Molly, not realizing he’d now seen them in this woman as well.

It was clearly the same eyes, but they were different in detail; Molly’s eyes had an eagerness he couldn’t understand, while the woman in front of him was truly clear.

So clear that a sudden wave of intolerance welled up inside him.

Noticing the difference in himself, Baird Lane had a cold look in his eyes, and without a trace, he averted his eyes and picked up a document and flipped through it, as if looking for a mistake.

Christine White was confident this time that she hadn’t handled these papers wrong, calmly watching him inspect them, after a few moments of looking at them, she couldn’t help but speak out, “By the way Baird, when did you get back? Is your body alright?”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Baird Lane snapped the file closed with a somewhat less than stellar expression, “At work, please call me President Lane.”

Christine White looked stiff and quickly reacted again, holding back the hardness in her heart and forcing up a smile, “Okay President Lane, then President Lane your body …”

“Okay!” Baird Lane interrupted her with some impatience and picked up the file on the table, “You inform down, all the top management will meet in the conference room in ten minutes.”

“Yes!” Christine White whispered back, her heart lost.

She just wanted to care about his health and he wouldn’t even give her the chance.

It seemed like the whole becoming a real couple thing was really something she had overthought.

Baird Lane walked towards the door with his two slender legs, took a few steps and then suddenly stopped, “In the future, whether it’s at the company or at home, don’t turn the air conditioner down so low.”

“Are you concerned about me?” Christine White twisted her fingers and looked at him expectantly.

Baird Lane lowered his eyelids, and the crushed hair on his forehead fell down, shrouding half of his face in shadow and making it impossible to read his expression.

“You can think that if you want to, but in any case, you’d better not get sick for the next two months!”

When she gets sick, the cells in her bone marrow become less active, and Molly’s surgery could fail.

He must not allow that to happen!

“Why in the last two months?” Christine White asked, cocking her head in uncertainty.

While she was glad for his concern, she was not stupid and naturally could hear the strangeness in his words.

“Nothing, just remember my words.” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, his eyebrows became even colder, before he left he added, “And don’t ever look me in the eye and talk again, I don’t like it!”

It was because her eyes were so clear that he was never able to make the request for her to agree to donate her bone marrow.

Christine White closed the office door gently behind her, leaned her back against the door panel sadly for a moment, and then couldn’t stop smiling.

He was caring about her, and while she didn’t know how genuine that concern was, she was glad!

Christine White slapped her face and returned to her desk to pick up the remote control and turn up the temperature of the air conditioner, then drew out a piece of white paper, plopped down on her desk and began to .

Halfway through writing, there was a knock on the office door.

“Come in!” Christine White stopped her pen and looked at the door.

Debby York opened the door and came in, smiling, “Miss me?”

“What are you doing up here?” Christine White got up in surprise and went to the water fountain to get her a glass of water.

“I came up to see you when I was done.” Debby York took a sip of water, “And stopped by to help the guys ask you some questions.”

“Those people?”

“It was that group of nymphomaniacs by the name of Wang, who insisted that I come up here and ask you why President Lane didn’t come to the office until noon.” Debby York bristled, her tone indignant.

Christine White tensed up at once, “Did they bully you?”

Since she became Baird Lane’s secretary, not only did the three in the secretarial team ostracize her, but her former colleagues in the same department also soured on her openly and secretly.

But they can’t do anything to her because she’s moved to the top floor, but they sure do bully Debby.

“That’s not true.” Debby York waved her hand heartily, “The department has a new minister, they don’t dare to make trouble now, at most they say something bad, but I dislike them, so you don’t have to worry.”

“That’s good.” Christine White patted her chest in relief.

“Huh?” Debby York’s eyes were drawn to the paper on her desk, “What are you writing?”

“Nothing.” Christine White hastened to cover her hands over the paper with an air of desire.