Baird Lane stood up, “I’m fine, let’s go, dinner.”
The way he was acting, it was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it.
Christine White was a little lost in her heart, forcing up a smile to follow him, “Baird, in fact you don’t have to be like this, if there is anything, you can talk to me, holding it in your heart all by yourself will make you sick.”
Baird Lane jerked to a halt, his face grim and somber, “I said nothing happened, don’t ever say anything like that again!”
His tone was a little heavy.
Christine White was so startled that her little face went white.
She didn’t know why he was suddenly angry.
She thought about it, and she didn’t seem to have said anything wrong.
Christine White was a little aggravated, but looking at Baird Lane like this, she had to shut up and didn’t dare to say anything.
The two men finished their meal without looking at each other, and Baird Lane went upstairs.
Christine White was sitting on the couch in the living room fuming when Aunt Lucy came over with a glass of milk, “Ma’am, is mister upset again?”
“Well, I made him mad.” Christine White let out a bitter laugh as she took the milk.
Aunt Lucy was puzzled, “What did you do to mess with him?”
Christine White shook her head and told what had just happened.
Aunt Lucy was also puzzled when she heard it, “You didn’t say anything, ma’am, so what is Mr. angry about?”
“I just don’t know, so I’m wondering, I feel like it’s getting harder and harder to guess what’s going on in his mind now, especially since he’s been at it for a while now, I always feel as if he’s got something he wants to say to me, yet he always avoids it.” Christine White rubbed her chin and analyzed.
Aunt Lucy nodded, “Actually I can’t tell anymore, ma’am you don’t know, I brought tea up to mister the day before yesterday and guess what I heard?”
Christine White cocked her head, “What?”
“I heard Mr. on the phone with someone, and he told the person on the other end of the line that he would find an opportunity to discuss it with you, ma’am.” Aunt Lucy returned.
“Talk to me?” Christine White pointed at herself.
Aunt Lucy responded, “Yes, that’s what sir said.”
“So did you hear what Baird wanted to discuss with me?”
“That I didn’t, sir hasn’t said a word since he saw me.” Aunt Lucy shrugged her shoulders apologetically.
A loss crossed Christine White’s eyes, “So, then Aunt Lucy do you know who he was talking to on the phone?”
“I don’t know yet.” Aunt Lucy replied.
Christine White sighed, “That’s pretty cryptic, it seems like the thing Baird was trying to tell me, but avoiding, is this, I just don’t know what it is.”
“Don’t worry ma’am, since mister said he wants to talk to you, he surely won’t be able to avoid it for long, he will always talk to you.” Aunt Lucy comforted her.
Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth, “Hopefully, Aunt Lucy, I’m going upstairs too.”
“Go on, get an early night.” Aunt Lucy took the empty glass of milk from her and nodded with a smile.
Christine White went upstairs and glanced in the direction of the study before opening the door and entering the room.
She was a little tired and fell asleep in no time.
She was sound asleep when Baird Lane returned.
He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her with very complicated eyes.
After all these days, he still hadn’t told her about Molly’s need for a second surgery.
He still couldn’t say it.
Every time he was obviously ready to tell her, but looking at her innocent and clear eyes, he couldn’t be cruel, and the most ironic thing was that his heart still stung a little at the thought that her body would get worse if she donated bone marrow again!
Baird Lane slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and reached up to lift the hair from Christine White’s face until it lifted out of the way, leaving her small, clean face fully exposed.
He looked at her for a long, long time before he got up and went to the bathroom.
A few days later, Christine White’s birthday arrived, and it just so happened that it was a weekend again, so she got up early for a rare occasion.
Aunt Lucy was a little surprised to see her up so early, “Ma’am, why don’t you sleep a little longer?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” Christine White replied with a smile.
She had been a little excited since last night.
Because today, not only was it her birthday, but most importantly, she was going to tell Baird Lane that she was pregnant.
I also wonder what kind of expression he will have when he learns about it, will it be surprise or shock?
Thinking about it, Christine White rubbed her stomach.
Aunt Lucy thought she was hungry and hurriedly pulled her towards the dining room, “Ma’am, for breakfast I prepared the sour date porridge you love.”
“Yeah.” Christine White’s eyes lit up.
Ever since the pregnancy reaction started, she has been particularly fond of acid.
Aunt Lucy even teased her about being pregnant with a son.
She doesn’t care if it’s a son or a daughter though, it’s all her flesh and blood and she loves it all, she just doesn’t know if Baird Lane prefers sons or daughters …
After breakfast with a heavy heart, Christine White went upstairs to make a phone call.
She couldn’t just spend today’s birthday with Baird Lane, and surely she had to be informed at the old man’s place as well.
The old man was relieved to learn that she was spending time with Baird Lane.
Christine White had planned to have the old man come over for dinner with her, but the old man wanted her and Baird Lane to spend time together as a couple and declined.
She had planned to tell the old man that he was going to be a great-grandfather today as well, but after thinking about it, she decided to wait until after her birthday.
She thought the news would be better for her and Baird Lane to break to the old man together.
Hanging up the phone, Christine White smiled weakly and went downstairs with a fresh change of clothes.
“Aunt Lucy!” she shouted as she descended the stairs.
Aunt Lucy came out of the laundry room, “What’s wrong ma’am?”
“Did you see Baird this morning?” Christine White asked.
She’d woken up early enough for the day, only to wake up and realize that Baird Lane had gotten up even earlier than she had.
And it was the weekend, so he didn’t have to go to the office, but he wasn’t at the villa.
Where did he go?
Aunt Lucy wiped her hands on her apron, “See, sir’s out early in the morning.”
“Out the door? Where did he go?” Christine White frowned.
Aunt Lucy shook her head, “I don’t know about that, ma’am, just call and ask.”
“Good.” Christine White forced a smile, and though her mouth responded, she didn’t actually take out her cell phone to call Baird Lane.
Aunt Lucy was a little puzzled when she didn’t move, “Ma’am, aren’t you going to fight?”
“Or no, in case he doesn’t answer, I’d rather just stay home and wait for him to come back.” Christine White said, walking over to the couch and sitting down.
Aunt Lucy didn’t try to persuade her any further and went back to the laundry room to continue her work.
Christine White picked up the remote and turned the TV on, watching it absentmindedly while glancing at the door a few times.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but she yawned, all a bit drowsy.
Just then, there was a sudden movement at the door.
Christine White straightened up in a hurry and stood up, her eyes fixed on the doorway for an instant.
The door opened and the tall figure of Baird Lane walked in.
Christine White, with joy in her eyes, put down the remote and quickly stepped forward to help him get his slippers from the shoe cabinet.
“Baird you’re back?” Christine White placed her slippers at his heels.
Baird Lane frowned and didn’t answer, changing his shoes before handing her the large box in his hand.
Christine White was startled by the sudden appearance of the pink box in front of her, and only then did she realize that he was actually carrying it in his hand.
“This is …” Christine White took the box with a foggy head.
The box was very delicate, and it was not light to carry in her hands, and the packing was so dense that she looked at it several times, and could not really guess what was inside.
“Didn’t you ask me to send you a cake the other day?” Baird Lane crossed over to her and walked into the cottage.
Christine White flinched and followed him dully, “So you went out just to give me cake?”