“Just by the way.” Baird Lane returned blandly as he undid his tie.
Christine White put the cake down in a hurry and hugged him as soon as she got behind him, “Baird, thank you, I had a great time.”
She rested her face against his back, her eyes closed and a sweet smile raised on her face.
So what if it’s by the way?
At least the cake was brought back by him personally.
And the last time he’d promised her a cake, he hadn’t gone back on his word, he’d remembered, and she’d been content.
Baird Lane didn’t expect Christine White to suddenly hug back and his body stiffened slightly for a split second, “Let go!”
He pursed his thin lips and spat out two words in a low voice.
Christine White, also afraid of angering him, reluctantly released her hold on him and took a step back, pulling away from him.
Baird Lane glanced at her, and after a flash of an unknown color in his eyes, he lifted his foot and went up the stairs.
Christine White looked at his back and her small face reddened slightly.
She didn’t know where she had just gotten the courage to just hug it.
What made her jump for joy, though, was that he didn’t push her away.
“Mistress.” Aunt Lucy came back from outside the villa after drying the sheets and saw Christine White twisting the corners of her shirt in a shy manner, she couldn’t help but be a little curious, “What are you doing, ma’am?”
Christine White flustered back, her eyes flashing, “Nothing doing.”
“Why are you blushing like that if you didn’t do anything?” Aunt Lucy looked at her face.
Christine White hurriedly reached out and touched it, “Did you?”
“Of course I have, it’s so red, it can’t be a fever, right?” Saying that, Aunt Lucy touched her forehead somewhat uneasily.
Christine White took Aunt Lucy’s hand, “Okay Aunt Lucy, I don’t have a fever, so hurry up and put this in the fridge for me.”
She picked up the cake on the couch and put it in Aunt Lucy’s arms.
Aunt Lucy looked at it suspiciously, “What’s this?”
“Cake.” Christine White replied.
Aunt Lucy was even more puzzled, “There’s no cake in the house, I haven’t even gotten around to ordering it yet, did you order it yourself ma’am?”
“No, Baird gave it to me.” Christine White pointed upstairs.
Aunt Lucy looked up and instantly understood everything, then looked at her with a smirk, “So it’s Mister who came back ah, no wonder you were like that just now ma’am, it must be because of what Mister did to you that you blushed with shyness, right?”
Hearing Aunt Lucy bring up what just happened again, Christine White sheepishly averted her eyes, “No matter, Aunt Lucy you hurry up and go put the cake on.”
It’s not what Baird Lane did to her.
Rather, it’s true that she went after Baird Lane.
“Ok, ok, I’ll put the cake on, it’s just about time, what would you like to eat ma’am, I’ll make it.” Aunt Lucy asked as she looked at the time.
Christine White thought for a moment, “Aunt Lucy, I’ll do the cooking today.”
“You do?” Aunt Lucy was slightly surprised.
Christine White nodded, “It’s my birthday and I wanted to cook a meal myself so Baird could taste my handiwork, I haven’t cooked a meal for him in three years of marriage.”
Aunt Lucy snapped out of her surprise and smiled lovingly, “Okay, I’ll give you a hand then.”
“Well, Aunt Lucy you go ahead to the kitchen and I’ll ask Baird what he wants to eat.” Christine White lifted her feet and headed upstairs.
She made a trip back to her room and saw that it was empty before heading for the study.
“Baird,” Christine White knocked on the door.
Baird Lane was working on his papers when he heard her voice and without looking up returned the word, “Enter!”
Christine White pushed her way in, “Baird, what would you like to eat today?”
“Feel free.” Baird Lane trailed off.
Christine White thought for a moment, “Then I’ll make a few of my specialty dishes, I hope you don’t mind.”
Baird Lane’s hand twirling his fountain pen lurched, “You do?”
“Right.” Christine White nodded.
Baird Lane pursed his lips, “Where’s Aunt Lucy?”
“I’m the one who wants to do it, it has nothing to do with Aunt Lucy.” Christine White explained with a wave of her hand.
Baird Lane’s eyes surveyed her from top to bottom, “Why did you suddenly remember to cook?”
“Because I wanted you to taste my handiwork.” Christine White said with some embarrassment.
To be honest, she was still a little apprehensive.
After all, although she could cook, she could only cook some home-cooked food, and her skills were completely inferior to Aunt Lucy’s.
And since he had grown up eating exquisite and delicious food, she really couldn’t guarantee that he would be accustomed to her cooking.
“Yeah.” Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly, “Then you do it.”
“Good, then I’ll go down and call you at dinner.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered.
Christine White exhaled softly and turned toward the door.
After two steps, Baird Lane suddenly called out to her, “Wait a minute.”
Christine White stopped and craned her head to look at him, “What’s wrong?”
“Happy Birthday!” Baird Lane spoke.
Christine White’s eyes widened, “Birth … Happy Birthday?”
She pointed at herself as if she couldn’t believe it.
Baird Lane frowned, “What’s the problem?”
All he did was say happy birthday, why did she need to be so surprised.
Christine White swallowed and shook her head like a rattle, “No problem no problem.”
She couldn’t hide the delight in her tone.
How could she not have expected that he would actually say happy birthday to her?
She was already surprised when she received the cake, she didn’t expect to receive one now.
“No problem you just go out and close the door.” Baird Lane waved his hand casually.
“I know.” Christine White answered excitedly, then giggled and left his study.
The door to the study was slammed back shut and Baird Lane closed his eyes in disgust.
Why does this woman, who has been following her teacher’s etiquette for a few days now, still show such a stupid face?
How come she can’t seem to learn to be demure and graceful?
“That’s stupid …” Baird Lane murmured softly as he rubbed his brow somewhat wearily.
Buzz!
The cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
Baird Lane drops his hand and picks up his cell phone on the table, the word Molly jumping across the screen.
He stared for a moment before crossing the green answer button.
“Baird, what took you so long to answer my call?” Molly Bort complained with some displeasure.
Baird Lane adjusted his sitting position, “Was just busy, what happened?”
“What’s wrong?” Molly Bort grunted, still upset, “Baird, you don’t forget what day it is, do you?”
“I know, your birthday.” Baird Lane returned.
Molly Bort smiled instantly and happily, “So you remembered, I thought you’d forgotten.”
“No.”
“Then how come you never called me or came to see me in the hospital?”
Baird Lane’s eyes flashed for a moment and he said in a quiet voice, “I’m sorry Molly, I won’t be able to come and stay with you today.”
“Why?” Molly Bort froze, “Is there something you can’t get away from?”
“No.” Baird Lane looked at the closed study door, “It’s Christine White’s birthday too, and I promised to spend the day with her, so I can’t be here for your birthday.”
“What’s going on?” Molly Bort’s voice got much louder, “You stay with her, what about me?”
“I’ve asked Gates to send your gift over, and it should be almost there by this time.” Baird Lane said as he glanced at his watch.
Molly Bort bites her lip and even more jealousy appears on her face, but her tone is full of resignation, “I don’t want a gift, Baird, don’t you understand what I’m saying by making this call? I just want you to come over and stay with me.”
“I know, but I promised Christine White, so Molly, I’m sorry!” Baird Lane apologized.
Molly Bort got a little emotional and cried, asking, “Does she matter as much as I do?”