“This is my grandparents’ room.” Christine White told him truthfully.
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “Where’s your room?”
“You want my room?” Christine White looked at him in surprise.
Baird Lane lifted his chin, noncommittal.
“No way!” Christine White rejected him outright.
Baird Lane arched his eyebrows slightly, “Why not, you’re my wife, isn’t it only natural that I take your room?”
Christine White glared at him, “Just not anyway.”
“Are you sure?” Baird Lane looked at her askance with his arms wrapped around her.
Christine White nodded, “OK!”
Baird Lane sneered, and pulling up his suitcase, he crossed to her side and headed for the next room.
There were only two rooms here, and since that one was her grandparents’, the remaining one, must be hers.
Christine White froze when she saw Baird Lane heading for her room, then tugged on his arm, “Wait, what are you doing?”
“What else is there to do? Go to the room and put things away.” Baird Lane swept her hand, in a somewhat pleasant mood.
If it had been before, he would have only felt repulsed by her touching him like that now.
But now that he understood his feelings, he actually realized that it felt pretty good.
“That’s not your room, your room is here.” Christine White pointed to the door of the room behind her.
Baird Lane was unimpressed, “I don’t like that room, I don’t live in it, plus if I do, where does Aunt Lucy live?”
He asked her with good grace.
Christine White was a little confused by the question.
Yeah, she’s got a room, Baird Lane’s got a room. Where’s Aunt Lucy?
Looking at Christine White’s dumbfounded expression, Baird Lane had a faint smile in his eyes, “Reacting now? Still want to live apart from me?”
Christine White’s little mouth moved, unable to speak.
Baird Lane saw this with some amusement in his heart, and then, as she watched, unscrewed the door of her room and swaggered in.
When she reacted and was about to follow her in, she was answered by a crisp slamming of the door.
Christine White stood at the door of her room, looking somewhat dumbfounded at the closed door.
This man, even if he forced his way into her room, he actually closed the door and wouldn’t let her in!
It’s just too much!
“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy’s shout rang out from outside.
Christine White could only suppress her displeasure with Baird Lane for the moment and turned out of the parsonage, “Aunt Lucy, what’s the matter?”
“Where is this rice? I’ve been looking for it but I can’t find it.” Aunt Lucy asked.
Christine White slapped her forehead, “It’s in the cupboard, I forgot to tell you.”
With that, she opened the cabinet and took out the rice.
Aunt Lucy saw it and smiled, “So it’s here, made me look for it.”
“Aunt Lucy, will you be able to use this kitchen?” Christine White asked with some uneasiness as she looked around the kitchen.
Aunt Lucy, though a servant of The Lane Family, is solidly a townie.
Wood-burning clay stoves like this one in the countryside are not always used.
“It should be used.” Aunt Lucy returned with some uncertainty, “It’s this fire, I’m not very good at lighting it, I didn’t light it halfway just now …”
Christine White’s mouth twitched at that, “It doesn’t look like it’s working too well, so Aunt Lucy I’ll help you with the fire.”
Aunt Lucy touched her nose a little embarrassed, “Then I’ll trouble you ma’am …”
“It’s no trouble, it should be.” Christine White said and sat down at the burner.
With Christine White’s help, Aunt Lucy’s cooking over Land naturally went much smoother and she slowly adapted to the earthen stove.
As she stirred the porridge in the pot, she inquired, “By the way ma’am, where is mister?”
“He’s in his room.” Christine White replied.
Aunt Lucy was silent for a few seconds and then asked, “Ma’am, are you really not going to go back with Mr.?”
Christine White paused slightly in her fire-burning movements and quickly returned to her natural self, “Well, I’ve made up my mind.”
“But sir came to pick you up specifically this time.”
“So what? He came to get me and I’m supposed to go with him?” Christine White said with an expressionless face as she looked at the fire in the earthen stove.
Aunt Lucy sighed, “But if you don’t go with him, do you intend to stay in this place forever? Although the countryside has good air and is a good place to nourish your body, but if you get sick, you have to run all the way to the hospital, how troublesome!”
“I know, and I don’t plan on staying here all the time, I just want to get away for a while so that when I’m completely over the pain of losing my baby, I can honestly go back to the city and embrace my new life.” Christine White added a stick of firewood to the dirt stove.
Aunt Lucy looked at her, “That being said, the fact that Mr. won’t divorce you means that you and Mr. will stay married, so how else are you going to live a new life?”
“If he doesn’t get divorced, he still has Grandpa, and Grandpa promised me, so is he going to defy Grandpa?” Christine White bristled in disbelief.
Aunt Lucy shook her head in amusement, “Mistress, do you really think that Master can suppress Young Master? Once the young master decides on something, even if the old master intervenes, the young master won’t listen, or else there’s no way The Lane Family would have developed to be as powerful as it is today in the young master’s hands.”
“Does he still in really dare to disobey Grandpa’s orders?” Christine White’s eyes widened.
Aunt Lucy nodded her head affirmatively, “Young master did dare, three years ago young master married you, the reason why he didn’t disobey the master was because young master felt guilty to the master at that time, that’s why he obeyed the master’s words to get married obediently, when I say that, ma’am, do you understand?”
Christine White’s little face went a little white, “In that case, I really can’t divorce this marriage?”
“Pretty much, as long as the young master doesn’t relent, your marriage bond will remain.” Aunt Lucy spread her hands.
Christine White was muted, unable to say what she felt inside, a mixture of resentment and some stolen joy she didn’t want to admit.
“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy couldn’t help but call out softly when she saw Christine White walking up.
Christine White blinked, “What?”
“It’s okay, I’m telling you this because I want you to know, ma’am, that divorce really isn’t as simple as you think, although from your perspective, ma’am, it’s right that you want a divorce, have you ever thought about the consequences once you and mister really get divorced?” Aunt Lucy looked at her with a serious expression.
Christine White shook her head slightly.
About that, she hadn’t really thought much about it.
“Then I’ll tell you ma’am.” Aunt Lucy put down the big spoon in her hand, then fished out a chair and sat down in front of Christine White, “You two get divorced, Molly Bort will take advantage of the situation, and with Molly Bort’s tactics, it’s easy to climb into Mr.’s bed, and then Mr. will surely marry her.”
“Isn’t this normal.” Christine White gripped the firewood stick in her hand tightly, pushed down the sourness in her heart, and pretended not to care, “They were already in love with each other, so if I give up my position, wouldn’t Baird Lane just happen to be able to marry Molly Bort?”
“But ma’am, master has never liked Molly Bort, once mister does marry Molly Bort, master will definitely be furious, do you really want to let that happen?” Aunt Lucy asked her.
Christine White’s little mouth dropped open, “I ….. I don’t know …”
“Let me tell you another example then.” Aunt Lucy flicked the dust on her apron, “Three years ago when Mr. and Molly Bort hadn’t broken up yet, Molly Bort betrayed Mr. once, and that time almost caused Mr. to lose his life, if they really get married in the future, there’s no guarantee that Molly Bort won’t betray Mr. again for her own personal interests, and betray The Lane The Lane Family!”
Hearing this, Christine White couldn’t help but start to worry in her heart, and she immediately felt unable to accept it when she tried to conjure up a picture of what Aunt Lucy had said.
Not only is it unacceptable for Molly Bort to marry Baird Lane, it’s even more unacceptable for Molly Bort to betray Baird Lane!
Christine White breathed a little heavier at the thought, “By the way Aunt Lucy, you guys keep talking about Molly Bort’s betrayal of Baird Lane three years ago, what exactly does that betrayal mean?”