Baird Lane’s handsome face was dark and ugly.
He easily guessed Christine White’s idea of running off to sleep in Aunt Lucy’s room.
It’s not that you don’t want to sleep with him.
“Yes, of course!” Baird Lane’s voice trailed off as he clenched the seat of his back teeth.
“Then, sir, you’ll go over and call the missus now.” Aunt Lucy pointed to the door of the next room.
Baird Lane waved his hand, “There’s no rush, I’ll go over there when she’s asleep.”
“Huh?” Aunt Lucy was a little confused as to what he meant.
Baird Lane had no thought of explaining either, and simply commanded, “You’ll call me when she’s asleep.”
“Good.” Aunt Lucy obliged.
Baird Lane reentered the room with the door closed.
About half an hour later, Aunt Lucy knocked on the door again.
Baird Lane followed her to the next room, where Christine White was indeed asleep.
He stood by the bed watching her for a moment and said to Aunt Lucy, “You go sleep in the next room.”
Aunt Lucy now finally realized why he said he would wait until Christine White fell asleep before coming over, so this was his idea.
“Okay, then you have an early night, sir.” Aunt Lucy covered her mouth and retreated with a giggle.
Baird Lane slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes looking deep into the sleeping woman on the bed.
This woman, who had tried to sleep separately from him three times, had actually come to Aunt Lucy this time.
But around as far as she ran, he had a way to crack it.
With that thought, a line of self-satisfaction crossed the bottom of Baird Lane’s eyes as he lifted the covers and lay down next to Christine White, nuzzling her into his arms and, after knocking his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Soon, a few days passed.
Christine White hasn’t given Baird Lane a good look these days.
It was just that the man was so refined that no matter how much she avoided her and didn’t want to sleep with her, every time she woke up, he was there beside her.
It made her both angry and helpless.
But it was a good thing he hadn’t done anything to her, or she would have been even more stifled inside.
“Sir, Assistant Gates has arrived.” Aunt Lucy walked into the parsonage with a happy face and Gates behind her.
Gates saw Baird Lane and Christine White and immediately greeted them respectfully, “President Lane, ma’am.”
Christine White returned a polite smile, “Hello Assistant Gates.”
Baird Lane, not wanting to see her smile at another man, stepped a little ahead of her, keeping her completely behind himself, before returning two faint words, “Coming.”
He made this move so naturally that it didn’t give anything away, and he thought he just wanted to get closer to Gates to talk about things.
Gates thought so too, and hurriedly opened the briefcase in his hand, taking out a document from it and handing it over, “President Lane, this is the investment contract you asked me to draw up, take a look at it.”
Baird Lane took it and looked it over carefully, “Nothing wrong with it.”
He closed the contract and handed it back to Gates and asked, “Is the car arranged?”
“It’s all arranged, the van is parked at the entrance to the village, some villagers have already delivered the mountain goods there now, and the other car back to the city is also arranged, it’s parked just outside the courtyard.” Gates replied.
Baird Lane nodded in satisfaction, “Go ahead and wait for me outside.”
“Okay.” Gates turned to go out.
Baird Lane brought Christine White out from behind him then, “Are the bags packed?”
Christine White’s excitement was a little low when she heard this, “It was packed up a couple days ago.”
He threatens to disinvest in the village if she doesn’t go back with him.
So all she could do was do as she was told and obediently put her bags away and wait for this moment.
“Now that you’re packed, you and Aunt Lucy wait for me in the car while I make a trip over to Grandpa White’s and sign the contract.” Baird Lane barked.
Christine White didn’t want to answer and just nodded in response.
Baird Lane also knew she wasn’t happy at the moment and didn’t take offense at her attitude, pinching her nose a little and going with Gates to the village headman’s house.
Christine White rubbed the tip of her pinched red nose, her little mouth pouting.
The man, who was doing this more and more naturally now, touched her every now and then, either pinching her nose or rubbing her hair.
It caused her to go from being uncomfortable at first to being somewhat used to it.
“Ma’am, let’s get in the car first.” Aunt Lucy dragged two suitcases out of the room and said to Christine White.
Christine White gathered her thoughts and released her hand from her nose, “Good.”
“Let’s go.” Aunt Lucy gestured for her to go ahead.
Christine White wasn’t polite and took the lead in the car.
Baird Lane came back quickly, but in half an hour.
Christine White glanced at him and realized he was carrying a lot of stuff in his hands, and not really being able to hold back her curiosity, she opened her mouth and asked, “What’s all this?”
“It’s a mountain treasure from Grandpa White.” Baird Lane returned simply.
Christine White nodded and stopped asking questions.
The car started slowly, and within a few minutes, it had driven out of the village.
Christine White looked at the village that was getting farther and farther away in the rearview mirror, and a flash of reluctance rose up in her heart in vain.
She came back this time, with the idea of staying for a few months, but she didn’t expect to leave after less than a week, and the next time she came back, she didn’t know when it would be.
“Can’t see anymore, so why don’t you turn your head back?” Baird Lane’s voice snapped in his ear.
Christine White looked down and wiped the corners of her eyes, withdrawing her gaze without speaking.
Baird Lane also knew that she was reluctant to part with her, and as he fished her head over and laid her down on his lap, “Since you’re so reluctant to part with her, how about next time I come back with you for a few days?”
Christine White still didn’t answer, just moved to sit up.
But Baird Lane put his hand on her shoulder and just wouldn’t let her get up, “If you don’t say anything, let’s take that as a yes, get some sleep, and when you wake up, you’ll be there.”
“Don’t want to sleep.” Christine White pursed her small lips, her voice cool and muted.
Baird Lane stroked her back, “Since you don’t want to go to sleep, read for a while.”
When he finished, he pulled open the locker in the car and took a book out of it for her.
Christine White took the book with a bewildered look on her face and realized it was a novel, or a well-known detective novel.
Looking at the novel, it was as if she felt she had discovered a new world and looked at Baird Lane with amazement, “Do you still read novels?”
Baird Lane propped his hand on the car door and gave a faint hmmm, “To pass the time, this one’s got some good content.”
“Yeah.” Christine White turned over the book in her hand with some skepticism.
Probably because she really didn’t love reading this type of novel, she looked at the content on it, after reading a few pages, she was a little bit unable to read it, only to find it boring, and in the end, instead, she was still a little bit drowsy.
This is like when you go to school, the teacher on the podium talking spit flying, the students in the following seems to be hypnotized nothing to listen to the kind.
Eventually, Christine White, unable to resist the call of the weekly laborer, yawned and fell asleep, and the book she was holding snapped and fell at Baird Lane’s feet.
Baird Lane stooped to pick it up and put it back in the locker, then took off the jacket he was wearing and gently covered Christine White with it, and leaned over to give her a kiss on the top of her head.
Gates, who was driving, accidentally glimpsed the scene in his rearview mirror and winced, goosebumps rising, “President Lane, this is the first time I’ve ever seen you be so gentle with the missus.”
“What’s the problem?” Baird Lane lowered his voice.
Gates quickly shook his head, “No problem no problem, it’s just new, and you haven’t done anything this intimate with Ms. Molly Bort before when you were with her, so I’m a little surprised.”
“Surprised about what?” Baird Lane asked nonchalantly as he stroked Christine White’s hair.