Christine White jerked awake at the voice and hastily opened her eyes to bring her cell phone to her attention, staring at the string of phone numbers on it that were familiar to her bones like a ghost.
This is ….. Baird Lane?
How did he get her new number?
Could it be Aunt Lucy?
Christine White’s hand trembled slightly as she put the phone back to her ear, “You …”
“Where are you?” Baird Lane asked her again, his voice low and raspy and faintly tired.
Christine White swallowed and asked, without answering, “How did you get my number?”
“I asked Aunt Lucy for it.” Baird Lane returned in a cold voice.
With her being so close to Aunt Lucy, it’s only normal that he would suspect that Aunt Lucy has it, and even if Aunt Lucy doesn’t have it, she might have it with her friends, and he’ll find out.
As expected, he just tried Aunt Lucy in the morning, he didn’t expect Aunt Lucy not to be able to withstand fraud, and gave an account at once, which saved him some efforts to investigate, but Aunt Lucy really didn’t know where she was going, and Gates didn’t find any trace of her even after searching for her for a whole day yesterday.
He wondered how the hell she got out of town!
Christine White raised an eyebrow in realization, “So it’s Aunt Lucy.”
Looks like he really did suspect Aunt Lucy.
“Why are you leaving?” Baird Lane asked her.
Christine White was silent.
Baird Lane wasn’t in a hurry, so he waited for her to answer.
Christine White bites up her lower lip, “It’s a divorce, of course I’m leaving.”
“And did I tell you that I wouldn’t get a divorce if I did?” Baird Lane scowled.
Christine White gripped her cell phone tightly, “Yes, but this time it was Grandpa who agreed.”
“But I’m the one who married you, and as long as I don’t sign the papers, this marriage can’t be divorced even with Grandpa’s intervention, Christine White do you understand?” Baird Lane said coldly.
Christine White dropped her eyes, “I understand, but Mr. Lane, what’s the point of us doing this?”
“What did you say?” Baird Lane wrinkled his nose.
Christine White leaned back against the bed a little feebly, “I mean, there’s no point in continuing a marriage like ours at all, Mr. Lane, do you know what a real marriage is?”
She asked him.
Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched, and he was just about to reply when he realized that there was no organized language in his head.
Because he realized that he couldn’t answer the question at all.
Christine White waited for him for a while, but did not wait for him to open his mouth, in her heart she about understood something, the corner of her mouth hooked up a self-deprecating arc, “You really don’t know it.”
Baird Lane pursed his lips, “And what is marriage as you understand it?”
“Me?” Christine White thought for a moment, a touch of longing in her eyes, “The marriage I understand is that the husband and wife love each other, tolerate each other, respect each other, the wife will take care of her husband carefully, and the husband will protect his wife and children against all odds, and this kind of marriage, have you given me?”
Baird Lane looked startled, “I …”
“You didn’t.” Christine White interrupted, “All you’ve given me is endless indifference, and endless waiting, and disappointment after disappointment, so this marriage is so torturous, so torturous it hurts.”
Baird Lane hadn’t realized that the marriage he had brought to her was so depressing, and for a moment he couldn’t help but feel a wave of guilt rise up inside him, “I’m sorry, but I never meant for you to feel these things.”
“I know, because you did all of this subconsciously, so you don’t have to apologize to me, I’m the one who should be apologizing, I’m the one who shouldn’t have fallen in love with you, and while falling in love with you, I unrealistically hoped that you’d fall in love with me as well, so it was me who was wrong.” Christine White was filled with bitterness, “I’m the one who shouldn’t have asked for something that doesn’t belong to me from the beginning.”
For some reason, Baird Lane’s heart clenched hard and ached a little when he heard these self-accusatory words of hers.
Christine White sniffled, “Mr. Lane, do you know when we first met?”
She asked suddenly.
“What made you ask that question?” Baird Lane asked rhetorically.
Christine White spoke without expression, “You answer me first.”
Baird Lane pursed his lips, “It was when Grandpa told me that my marriage partner was set and asked me to come back for a meeting.”
He still remembers that time he saw her in the old mansion, thin and dressed in dirt, can be described as gray, and he grew up to see people are bright and shiny, she like this, will naturally not be able to get into his eyes, and he can not accept that Molly has just left, and his own world appeared in another woman.
And this woman, she’s so bad.
So it was hard for him to believe at that time that she was actually the bride that his grandfather had chosen for him, and it was that one meeting that made him have no good impression of her at all, so how could he accept that his future wife was such a woman.
“No.” Christine White shook her head, “The first time we met was not at that time, but downstairs at Dong’s Group headquarters, I had just graduated and was ready to look for a job, I went to the headquarters to apply for a job with my classmates and by chance I saw you, and it was from that moment that I fell in love with you.”
She had never seen such a handsome man, only a photo, she was deeply attracted by him, since then, she loved him so much that she could not help herself, of course, she knew very well at that time that she and he were two worlds, she loved him, but was destined to not get him, so she never had any unrealistic thoughts.
But I did not expect the heavens gave her a chance, she saw the old master issued a call for marriage, so on impulse, she summoned up the greatest courage in her life to participate in the call, and then actually was selected, she knew that she could marry him, that time she was so excited that she cried for two days in a row.
Yet her dream of married life was the beginning of misery.
Baird Lane was inexplicably pleased to hear Christine White’s unequivocal confession once more, but his face was as cold and sullen as ever, “If that’s the case, why do you want a divorce?”
“I just said that I don’t want to have another excruciating marriage like this, it has nothing to do with whether I love you or not, and moreover, do you love me?” Christine White asked with a light sneer as she grabbed the lapels of her chest.
Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched without answering.
Christine White was not surprised and smiled astringently, “You see, the fact that you didn’t answer means that you don’t love me, so how a marriage like ours will develop while it lasts is anyone’s guess, before I didn’t know about the existence of Molly Bort, and I could have waited and waited for the day when you would have fallen in love with me, but … ”
At that, she choked back a sob and continued, “But now I know that I won’t be able to wait for that day no matter how long I wait, because you can never fall in love with me, so what’s the point of me sitting in your wife’s seat? So Mr. Lane, you need to stop looking for me, sign the divorce papers, and go find the one you want to marry the most.”
After speaking, she no longer gave him a chance to speak and hung up the phone quickly.
Baird Lane looked at the cell phone interface that had jumped back to the main menu, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he was quite upset.
The person he most wanted to marry?
When did he ever say he wanted to marry someone else?
“Sir.” Aunt Lucy wiped her hands on her apron and walked over, coming to a stop behind Baird Lane.
Baird Lane put down his cell phone and inclined his head slightly to look at her, “Yes?”
“Have you contacted the Mrs.?”
Baird Lane hmmmed, “Contact made.”
Aunt Lucy breathed a sigh of relief, followed by, “And did you ask where Mrs. is going now?”