“Shame on you!” Christine White glared at him angrily, her body too stiff to move.
She had about guessed what he had just said, telling her to stay put.
It must be that he’s reacting!
“Shameless?” Baird Lane arched his eyebrows slightly, “How is it shameless? You’re my wife, isn’t it normal for me to react to you?”
Christine White’s small mouth opened slightly, wanting to retort back but realizing she couldn’t find a reason to do so.
Because he was right, they weren’t divorced yet, they were still married, and it was indeed normal for him to react to her.
But …
Christine White gritted her teeth, “Yes, you have a point, I can’t beat you alright, but don’t forget, this is the doorway to the room, you just … How do you make Aunt Lucy look?”
“Aunt Lucy didn’t follow.” Baird Lane returned nonplussed, then hugged her and took a step forward, hooking his foot around the bottom of the door and closing it behind him, “It’s in the room now, so even if Aunt Lucy had followed her she wouldn’t have been able to see it, so does that mean I can …”
“No!” Before he could finish his sentence, Christine White interrupted him as loudly as she was irritated.
Baird Lane stared at her, “Why not? You’re my wife.”
Christine White averted her face to the side, “There’s no reason, I simply don’t want to.”
“Yeah?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.
Christine White took a deep breath, “Yes, I don’t want to do it with you!”
Her outright refusal made Baird Lane’s heart sting a little.
In fact, he didn’t intend to touch her, she wasn’t in good health right now, and if he touched her, he would only make her hurt.
So he said it purely just to see her reaction.
But he hadn’t expected her reaction.
Thinking about it, Baird Lane lowered his eyelids to hide all the color under his eyes and spoke in a somewhat low voice, “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, I’ll let go of you if you call my name.”
“You threaten me?” Christine White looked at him with displeasure.
He let out a soft chuckle, “A threat? You could consider it that, so you call it or not?”
Christine White bowed her head in silence.
To be honest, she didn’t want to scream.
But she was also aware that she couldn’t break free from his shackles.
It could be said that she was now the cat with him twisting the back of her neck, and if she didn’t satisfy him, there was only one thing that could happen to her, and that was to be manipulated at his whims, so there was only one way for her to go now.
Thinking about this, Christine White tightened her grip and spat out two words in a low voice, “Baird…”
Hearing his name from her again, Baird Lane actually found himself feeling disconnected, as if he hadn’t heard it in a long time.
But really, it’s only been just over a month.
“I didn’t hear you, speak up.” Baird Lane knocked his chin on Christine White’s head and made her shout again.
Christine White was a bit reluctant in her heart, but she could only do as she was told.
“Baird!” she shouted again with increased volume, “Are you satisfied now?”
Baird Lane hmmmed, “Not bad.”
“Then don’t you let go!” She shook her shoulders.
Baird Lane slowly released her.
As soon as she was free, she immediately stepped back as if he was some kind of danger, retreating several meters before stopping.
Baird Lane was more than a little uncomfortable to see the way she shied away from him, but he didn’t snap at her.
After all, he knew in his heart of hearts that this was the time for him to gain her forgiveness.
“I’m going back to town in a couple days.” Baird Lane said suddenly as he straightened the creases in his shirt.
Christine White’s heart leapt with joy at her words, “Really?”
He’s finally leaving.
She thought he was really planning to stay with her for a long time.
“Good, something has come up at The Lane Family Group headquarters and I’m going back to take care of it.” Baird Lane replied.
Christine White pressed down her inner excitement and nodded with an expression of forced calmness, “I see, actually you don’t have to tell me about this.”
She wouldn’t go with him anyway.
Christine White’s little mind, even if she hid it well, Baird Lane noticed it through her flickering eyes, and couldn’t help but feel a little amused in his heart.
This woman, still fighting the idea that she doesn’t want to go with him?
Unfortunately, she was destined to be disappointed!
“The reason I’m telling you this is that I want you to get what you need to get ready in the next couple of days before it’s too late to get in the car in a couple of days.” Baird Lane wrapped his arms around himself and said in a good-natured manner.
Christine White rounded her eyes and froze, “You want me to come with you?”
“Or what do you think?” Baird Lane grunted.
Christine White gritted her teeth, “I …”
“Don’t say you don’t want to go, and don’t forget what I said earlier at the village headman’s house.” Baird Lane stared at her intently.
Christine White’s lips quivered twice, “I remember, but you said something about a divorce, not for me to go with you!”
“What’s the difference?” Baird Lane sank in, “What’s the difference between you staying here and not going back and wanting a divorce, or do you think that by staying separated, I’ll get a divorce behind me?”
Christine White lowered her eyes and didn’t answer.
That’s really what she was thinking.
Baird Lane took one look at her with her head bowed like that and knew he’d hit the nail on the head, and felt a bit of a pang.
But he finally pressed the fire down, endured patience and continued, “The various details of investing in this village, I’ve already discussed them with the village chief when we were at the dinner table, and you should have heard all of them when you were there, so whether or not the funds I’ve arranged can be put in place, it all depends on your choices, so think about it yourself.”
With those words, Baird Lane slapped Christine White on the head, turned and opened the door to go out.
Christine White stood still, looking at his dashing back and wanting to be angry.
But she also knew that she couldn’t fight him, and getting angry would only make her look even more useless.
“Ma’am, sir asked me to come over and help you pack the things you are taking with you, what do you need for me to do?” Aunt Lucy came over and asked.
Christine White wiped her somewhat aggravated eyes and choked on her voice, “There’s nothing you need, Aunt Lucy, go about your business, I can clean up after myself.”
“So, that’s fine then, if you need anything ma’am you call me.” Aunt Lucy doesn’t force the issue and nods her head and walks away.
Christine White huffed and closed the door to her room behind her, then stripped her own suitcase from under the bed and opened it, starting to pack.
She was reluctant to go back to town with Baird Lane at all, so she was slow to pack.
She dawdled for an hour before leaving the house for something that could have been done in minutes.
Baird Lane glanced at her and said in a lazy voice, “Packed?”
Christine White paused in her tracks and didn’t answer.
Baird Lane knew she was being petty and didn’t care about her attitude at the moment, turning the book over a page and adding, “Check again once you’ve packed, so you don’t forget anything and then come back to town clamoring to run back and get it, and then not go back since.”
Christine White grunted, “I’m not that masculine.”
“That’s fine.” Baird Lane nodded faintly.
Christine White stopped paying attention to her and lifted her feet toward the door of the parsonage.
Baird Lane frowned, “Where are you going?”
Instead of answering, Christine White picked up her pace.
Seeing this, Baird Lane puts down his book and follows along, uneasy about letting her go alone.
She took a few steps and felt someone following behind her, she looked back and was a bit speechless, “Mr. Lane, do you have to follow me even when I go to the bathroom?”
“Toilet?” Baird Lane was slightly startled, “Didn’t you want to go out?”
“I didn’t tell you I was going out, you guessed.” Christine White rolled her eyes, “Now are you going to follow?”