Buzz … Buzz …
The cell phone on the bedside was still vibrating, with the tendency that he wouldn’t stop until he answered it.
Eventually Baird Lane got a little impatient with the noise before he reached for his cell phone and put it to his ear to answer, “Who is it?”
There was a silence on the phone.
Baird Lane frowned tightly, becoming even more upset, and just as he was about to hang up, movement finally came from his cell phone.
“Baird, it’s me …” Molly Bort’s aggravated voice rang out.
Baird Lane’s eyes sank, “Molly?”
“Uh-huh.” Molly Bort nodded and laughed bitterly out loud, “Baird, did you delete me? How else could you not even recognize my number?”
“No.” Baird Lane closed his eyes a little wearily, “I just didn’t look at the caller ID and realize it was you.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
Molly Bort laughed, “So that’s what happened, I thought you deleted me.”
Baird Lane didn’t pick up on her remark and asked, expressionless, “What did you want to see me about?”
“It’s not much, I just missed you a little, so I wanted to talk to you.” Molly Bort returned somewhat sheepishly.
Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed, subconsciously feeling a bit repulsed, “Talking to me? Molly, did I tell you that we shouldn’t be in contact in the future?”
Molly Bort’s expression froze, “Yes … But …”
“Since you remember me saying that, that’s it, don’t call again.” Baird Lane said, about to cut off the communication.
Molly Bort called out to him in a hurry, “Baird you wait.”
“Is there anything else you want to say?” Baird Lane asked tersely.
Molly Bort bit her lip, “Baird, are you still mad at me and my dad?”
Baird Lane didn’t answer.
An angry look crossed Molly Bort’s eyes, but her mouth said something apologetic, “I’m sorry Baird, I know my dad he went overboard, but he did it all for me, and I wouldn’t have wanted him to do it if I could have, but …”
“Okay.” Baird Lane interrupted her, “I’m not in the mood for this.”
Molly Bort’s eyes widened and water instantly spilled from her eyes, “Not in the mood? Baird, when did you get so impatient with me?”
Baird Lane was stunned.
Yeah, when did he get so impatient with her.
So impatient that he didn’t even want to hear her voice or even find it annoying that she was calling.
Delayed in hearing Baird Lane speak, Molly Bort’s heart sank, a huge sense of crisis surged up, she squeezed her cell phone seemingly offhandedly and asked, “Baird, did something happen to you?”
“Why do you ask?” Baird Lane spoke up.
Molly Bort’s eyes flashed, “Because I get the feeling that you’re not in a very good mood, so if that’s really what’s going on, why don’t you talk to me about it, and I might be able to help you open up.”
Baird Lane hesitated.
Molly Bort saw this and continued, “Don’t you trust me?”
“It’s okay to tell you, but …” Baird Lane trailed off.
Molly Bort’s eyes rolled, “But what?”
Baird Lane’s throat twitched slightly, “Nothing, just a little story I read recently …”
“What’s the word?”
Baird Lane mused for a couple of seconds, then related the dream he’d just had, substituting other names.
Molly Bort was puzzled to hear it, “Baird, how do you read a story like that?”
“Saw it by accident.” Baird Lane lied without changing his face.
Maybe because he was so calm when he told this dream, Molly Bort didn’t hear anything wrong, and even less suspected him, instead, she actually helped him to analyze it carefully, “Baird, do you care about this story a lot?”
“There’s one thing I don’t understand about that hero in there, why he thinks that way.” Baird Lane said with obscure eyes.
Molly Bort laughed softly, “Because he’s jealous, of course.”
“Jealous?” Baird Lane frowned.
“That’s right, jealousy, or jealousy, if you will.”
Baird Lane’s breath caught in his throat, and waves of shock rippled through his mind.
He’s jealous?
Is he jealous of Ives Norton and Hugh Dong?
How is this possible!
“Baird? Baird? “Molly Bort couldn’t help but call out to him as she listened to the ragged breathing on her cell phone.
Baird Lane looked back, his handsome face a little hard, “What’s wrong?”
“I should be the one asking what’s wrong with you, are you okay? You seemed a little off just now.” Molly Bort inquired with some concern.
Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed into a straight line, “I’m fine, Molly, tell me, why is that hero jealous?”
He desperately wanted that answer now!
“Isn’t it obvious?” Molly Bort covered her lips and smiled, “Of course it’s because that hero loves that woman, that’s why he’s so angry when he sees her being pursued by other men.”
Snap!
The phone in Baird Lane’s hand slammed to the floor, the whole thing shaken to the core, her words ‘the hero loves the woman’ swirling around in her head the whole time.
So he’s really in love with Christine White?
“Baird?” said Molly Bort when she saw that the phone was silent again.
What’s wrong with this man?
Is it so obvious now?
Baird Lane bent down to pick up the cell phone on the floor, his voice hard to hide his hoarseness, “Molly, I’ve got things to do here, so I’ll hang up now!”
After that, without waiting for Molly Bort on the other end of the line to say anything, he simply cut the phone off, still calm inside.
Molly Bort’s words were far more influential than those brought to him by Ives Norton.
If what Ives Norton had said had left him with some doubt deep down, Molly Bort had gone straight for the jugular and made it completely clear that he was truly in love with Christine White.
No wonder he didn’t want a divorce, and even felt bad about it, so it was all because he was in love with her.
“Aunt Lucy!” cried Baird Lane, with a little tremor in his voice, calling Aunt Lucy in.
Aunt Lucy was nervous when she saw that he didn’t look well, “What’s wrong with you sir? Is something wrong, I’ll go get Dr. Norton.”
“No.” Baird Lane stopped her in her tracks.
Aunt Lucy looked at him quizzically, “And you sir …”
“Aunt Lucy,” Baird Lane interrupted her.
Aunt Lucy subconsciously stood up straight, “In.”
“You tell me what I should do now?” Baird Lane asked.
Aunt Lucy was all confused, “What are you talking about, sir? What should I do?”
“I said, I’m in love with Christine White, what do I do now?” Baird Lane repeated.
Aunt Lucy’s mouth dropped open in surprise, “What did you just say sir? You said you’re in love with Mrs.?”
Baird Lane dropped his eyes and said in a faint voice, “Yes, I have understood my heart …”
Though he has come to realize once and for all that he is in love with Christine White.
But he was still a little confused about how he had fallen in love with her.
But falling in love was falling in love, and he didn’t want to delve into how.
“That’s wonderful!” Aunt Lucy clasped her hands together in excitement, “You’ve got it all figured out, sir, but why didn’t you get it sooner?”
Baird Lane pursed his lips.
About this question, he didn’t know how to answer.
If it weren’t for those words from Ives Norton, he probably wouldn’t even be aware of his feelings right now, much less have had that dream.
“By the way sir, what did you just ask me, you asked me what I should do right?” Aunt Lucy asked Baird Lane rhetorically.
Baird Lane nodded.
Aunt Lucy smiled, “Sir, before I answer your question, let me ask you two questions, are you sure you are really in love with Mrs.?”
Baird Lane hmmm’d without the slightest hesitation or hesitation this time.
The smile on Aunt Lucy’s face grew, “So you really don’t want to divorce your wife either?”