Baird Lane subconsciously pursed his lips, “Molly, there’s absolutely no comparison, Christine White is my wife and I deserve to be with her.”
“Wife?” Molly Bort squeezed her cell phone tighter, “Baird, you’re assuming she’s your wife now?”
“She has been my wife from the moment I married her.” Baird Lane returned.
Molly Bort laughed, a pathetic laugh, “What about me Baird, I came back this time to make a fresh start with you, what about me when you say Christine White is your wife?”
Baird Lane dropped his eyes, “Molly, I told you before, we’re done!”
“I won’t take it.” Molly Bort yelled and soon broke down and cried, “Baird, you can’t do this to me, I won’t be able to live without you.”
Baird Lane took a deep breath, “Molly, there’s no one in this world who can’t live without anyone, I’ve let go, and it’s time for you to learn to let go too.”
“I don’t want …” Molly Bort huffed : “Baird, don’t you think you’re being cruel? If you’re going to let go, why do you want me to let go too, I’m not letting go, you’re mine!”
Baird Lane grimaced, “Molly, behave!”
“I’m not listening I’m not listening.” Molly Bort covered her ears, “Baird, I told you I’m not giving up.”
“But I’m married.” Baird Lane was a little weary inside.
Molly Bort’s eyes narrowed, “You can get divorced if you’re married.”
“Divorce?” Baird Lane was stunned.
“Yes, I heard from my father that you were forced to get married by Grandpa Lu three years ago, and you don’t approve of the marriage, in that case, why don’t you divorce Christine White?”
“I’m not getting a divorce.” Baird Lane turned her down.
Molly Bort gritted her teeth, “Why? You don’t really fit together do you?”
“It has nothing to do with suitability, there is no precedent for divorce in The Lane Family, and since I married her, I am responsible for her.” Baird Lane said seriously.
If he and Christine White weren’t already married, he might consider divorce.
But the truth is, not only are he and Christine White married, but he also wants her bone marrow, and on both counts, he can’t afford to be irresponsible.
“Duty?” Molly Bort cried and laughed, “You have a duty to Christine White, but what about me? Don’t you have any responsibility to me? Three years ago we broke up because Grandpa Lu forced us to, not of my own free will, and I left the country because Grandpa Lu forced me to, just based on that, you should also be responsible for me.”
“That’s why I’m bent on keeping you alive now.” Baird Lane picks up.
Molly Bort choked for a moment and quickly put her expression back together, “Okay Baird, let’s not talk about it, it’s my birthday, are you sure you don’t want to come over?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered.
The corner of Molly Bort’s mouth curled up coldly, “In that case, don’t regret it then.”
Baird Lane’s pupils constricted slightly as he heard the wrongness in her remark, “Molly, what do you want?”
“I don’t want to do anything, Baird, I’m a little tired and would like to take a nap, before I hang up, could you say happy birthday to me?” Molly Bort’s voice was gentle.
Baird Lane pushed down the weirdness in his mind and told her, “Happy Birthday Molly.”
“Thank you, and tell Ms. White for me that it’s a coincidence that we share the same birthday.” Molly Bort said and hung up the phone.
Baird Lane’s eyes were dark as he looked at the phone with its screen off.
He always felt that there was something wrong with Molly at the end of the call, but where it was wrong, he couldn’t tell.
I don’t think she’ll do anything stupid, will she?
With this in mind, Baird Lane quieted his mind for the moment and continued to approve the documents in his hands.
But for some reason, as time passed, his heart became more and more restless, annoyed and at the same time a little uneasy.
“Sir.” Aunt Lucy’s voice rang through the door.
Baird Lane closed his eyes, “Yes?”
“It’s time to eat.”
“I know.” Baird Lane dropped his pen and got up and went over to open the door.
Aunt Lucy smiled at him, “Sir, the missus has cooked a lot of food, and it all seems to smell pretty good to me.”
“Yeah.” Baird Lane responded absentmindedly.
Aunt Lucy’s smile froze on her face, “Something on your mind sir?”
“No, go away.” Baird Lane threw out indifferently, crossing over to her and down the stairs.
Christine White happened to be coming out of the kitchen with a pot of soup when she arrived in the dining room.
With a bandana wrapped around her head, an apron tied around her body, and some grease on her face, she looked a bit of a mess.
Baird Lane glanced at her, “Are you cooking or fighting?”
Christine White put down her soup and lifted her sleeve to casually wipe her face, her movements a little rough, “Of course I’m cooking, it’s just that I haven’t done it in a long time and I’m a little rusty, but it’s good to have it done, Baird what do you think?”
She gestured to the dishes on the table.
Baird Lane looked around and raised his eyebrows slightly, “Did you do all this?”
“Uh-huh!” Christine White nodded.
An accident crossed Baird Lane’s eyes.
I didn’t realize that she could actually cook.
The table, which was still cooking in style, tasted, though I don’t know how it was, but it smelled pretty good.
“Sir, taste if Madam’s cooking is good.” Aunt Lucy handed Baird Lane a pair of chopsticks.
Christine White also urged, “Yeah Baird, you try it.”
Baird Lane took the chopsticks at the two men’s expectant gazes and popped the nearest dish in front of him into his mouth.
Honestly, the flavor was okay, not awful, but not great either.
Christine White kept her eyes on him and saw that he was expressionless from start to finish, and it was completely impossible to tell what he had to say about the flavor of the dish.
“Well?” She asked a little nervously.
Baird Lane put down his chopsticks, “Average.”
“That’s quite a pertinent comment.” Christine White pulled her mouth into a smile.
Average was average, and for that assessment, she was content.
At least he didn’t say it was hard to eat.
“Mr. and Mrs., then you should eat first, I’ll go and get the cake ready for you, and when you’re done eating, you can blow out the candles.” Aunt Lucy went out smilingly, leaving the place for the two of them.
Christine White looked at Baird Lane, “Baird sit.”
Baird Lane sat down with a hmmm, “I remember you said earlier that you had some good news for me on your birthday right?”
“You remembered.” Christine White was slightly surprised.
Baird Lane nods.
Christine White pulled out her chair and sat across from him, “I thought you’d forgotten.”
“Haven’t forgotten, tell me, what’s the good news?” Baird Lane looked at her with folded arms.
Christine White picked up a bowl and took a spoonful of sugar, “Eat and talk, I’ll tell you afterwards.”
Baird Lane frowned, seemingly a little offended by her selling out.
But he didn’t push her, picking up his chopsticks again and starting to eat.
Halfway through the meal, his cell phone rang again.
He took it out and looked at it, his eyes darkening.
Christine White, seeing him staring at his cell phone and not answering it, was a little curious as to who was calling, but ended up stretching her neck to see that it was Molly Bort.
“Baird, aren’t you going to answer it?” Christine White brought the soup to him.
Baird Lane hung up, “No need.”
“But I heard you say that it’s also Ms. Molly Bort’s birthday right? Will she be mad at you for that?” Christine White spoke hesitantly.
He hangs up on Molly Bort, who is delighted.
But she was afraid that if he didn’t answer, Molly Bort would keep calling.
Sure enough, just as she thought that, she heard Baird Lane’s cell phone ring again, with the same caller ID as Molly Bort.
Christine White gripped the chopsticks in her hands with a forced expression on her face, “She’s calling again, Baird, answer it.”
Baird Lane looked at her and answered the phone.