“Of course it is surprised President Lane your feelings for madam, a month ago President Lane you are still not cold to madam, I did not expect to become so … now.” Gates grimaced, suddenly unable to find the right adjectives to describe Baird Lane’s appearance at this moment.
Baird Lane propped his head up, his eyes flickering, “I was the one who didn’t realize my feelings for her before, and now that I have, naturally I won’t treat her like I used to.”
“So that means, President Lane, that you’re ready to be a real couple with the missus?”
“Uh-huh.”
Gates rubbed the tip of his nose with one of his free hands, “But President Lane, Madame doesn’t seem to have any intention of forgiving you, so I’m afraid your wish is going to come to naught.”
“That’s okay.” Baird Lane looked down gently at the woman sleeping soundly on his lap, “I’ll earn her forgiveness in kind.”
“Well, in that case, I’ll wish President Lane all the best of luck with your horse.” Gates said.
It was the first time he’d ever seen President Lane so gentle with a woman.
It’s clear that President Lane is for real this time.
“Thanks.” Baird Lane was in a slightly better mood as the corners of his mouth quirked up in a rare thank you.
No one spoke in the car for the rest of the time after that, and the only silence was the faint sound of breathing.
Three hours later, Christine White stood in front of the villa’s heel, looking at the villa with complicated eyes, unable to take a step to enter.
Baird Lane quirked his head to glance at her, “What’s wrong?”
Christine White clenched her palms, “I don’t want to go in there.”
“Why?” Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed.
Christine White took a deep breath, “I promised to come back with you, and I promised not to get a divorce for a while, but I didn’t promise to keep living here.”
Baird Lane’s cheeks puffed up, “If you don’t live in there, then where do you want to live?”
“I’ll live anywhere, I just don’t want to live here anyway.” Christine White said sullenly.
Aunt Lucy on the side opened her mouth, “Ma’am, you want to move out?”
Christine White hmmm’d.
Baird Lane’s handsome face darkened a bit, “Christine White, do you want to move out and be alone or is it because you don’t want to live with me?”
Christine White’s eyes flickered constantly, “I … I want to live alone.”
“Really just want to live alone?” Baird Lane was still skeptical.
Christine White bit her lower lip, “Yes.”
“So tell me, why do you live alone?” Baird Lane asked her again.
Christine White didn’t hide anything, she directly said what was in her heart, “Because I don’t have the means to face you yet, and even more so, I don’t have the means to live under the same roof with you without any problem, especially this villa, which has brought me far more hurt than joy, so this is a place of pain for me! ”
“So that’s how it is.” Aunt Lucy nodded in understanding.
Christine White’s joys and sorrows in her three years here.
More pain than joy indeed.
“Sir, why don’t you let the wife live outside now.” Aunt Lucy also began to help Christine White persuade Baird Lane.
Baird Lane’s brow was furrowed into a kawaii, clearly not happy about it.
What kind of couple lives apart?
“No.” He refused outright.
Christine White head down.
Aunt Lucy, seeing her like this, sighed and advised again, “Sir, just say yes, madam is right just now, the experience of this villa does make her unhappy.”
Speaking of which, Aunt Lucy pulled Baird Lane to one side and warned in a low voice, “Sir, Mrs. is very angry with you right now, you’d better go along with Mrs., since Mrs. doesn’t want to live here, and wants to live outside, you can let her live outside, and the big thing is that you often go over there to look for her, isn’t it enough?”
Baird Lane actually thought there was some truth to that after hearing it.
But for him to actually let Christine White live out there by herself, he wasn’t comfortable with it.
Is this woman usually sloppy enough to protect herself?
“Sir, are you listening to me or not?” Aunt Lucy shoved Baird Lane.
Baird Lane glanced disgustedly at his somewhat wrinkled sleeve, “You know why she wants to live out here alone, and it’s not just because it’s depressing to her, but the main reason, she wants to separate from me.”
“Of course I know, but I also said, sir you can always go to Mrs. ah, first go to dine, then excuse to stay overnight, just like in the countryside, thicker skin, I believe Mrs. can’t forcefully kick you out, sir.” Aunt Lucy gave him ideas.
Baird Lane listened, his thin lips pursed slightly and after a moment he closed his eyes wearily, “I see.”
“You agree, sir?”
“What else can I do if I don’t agree?” Baird Lane held his forehead.
Like Aunt Lucy said, all he had to do to earn Christine White’s forgiveness was to go along with her.
“That’s right, go tell Mrs. then.” Aunt Lucy said smilingly.
Baird Lane gave her a sidelong glance and moved toward Christine White’s front.
Christine White looked at him.
He spoke slowly, “Living outside is fine, I’ll arrange the house.”
Christine White was a little surprised that he agreed, just the house he’d set up.
Where will he be placed?
Seeing Christine White’s silence, Baird Lane’s face sank when he thought she was saying no, “Thinking about what?”
“Nothing.” Christine White shook her head and asked carefully, “Where do you want to put me?”
“The apartment downtown.” Baird Lane returned with a glance at his watch.
Christine White’s puzzled jacket, “Which apartment downtown?”
He has a lot of real estate, and she wouldn’t know where any of it is if he just named it.
Baird Lane looked at Christine White like she was stupid, “Get in the car and I’ll take you.”
“Oh.” Christine White poked her tongue out in some embarrassment before saying goodbye to Aunt Lucy and getting into the car.
This time it was Baird Lane himself who drove, Gates having gone back to the office.
Christine White sat on top of the passenger seat, her hands pulling on the seatbelt, her eyes glazed over as she looked out the window at the receding scenery.
Baird Lane frees his eyes to look at her, “What’s on your mind?”
“Didn’t think anything of it.” Christine White retracted her gaze and returned lightly.
Baird Lane, seeing that she wasn’t going to say anything, didn’t press the issue, and turned the wheel a bit to ask, “Now that you’re back, company-wise, do you still have to go to work?”
Christine White froze, then shook her head, “How am I supposed to work when I’ve already quit.”
“If you want to work, I’ll have Gates talk to HR and withdraw your request to leave.” Baird Lane said gently.
Christine White stared in amazement, “I remember the first day you came to the company, you enacted the regulation of not allowing the departed employees to return to work again, if you are doing this now, aren’t you taking the lead in violating the law?”
“You’re different.” Baird Lane laughs softly.
Christine White blinked, “What’s different?”
“You’re both an employee and my wife, so I don’t think it’s a big deal to show favoritism to your own wife once in a while, not to mention, the company is mine, so who dares to say explicitly what I want to do?”
The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched, “The way you look, you remind me of those dimwitted kings.”
“I’m honored to be called that.” Baird Lane chortled softly.
Christine White rolled her eyes.
The man is getting thicker and thicker these days.
She compared him to a dimwitted ruler and he actually took it as a compliment.
“Thought about it yet?” Baird Lane spoke again, “If you want to work, I’ll have Gates set it up now.”
“Let me think about it.” Christine White didn’t answer in time.
Baird Lane gave her a look, “Suit yourself, let me know when you’ve thought it over.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded imperceptibly.
The time after that, both were quiet.
It wasn’t until the car pulled into the parking lot of a stretch of apartments that the quiet was broken by Baird Lane taking the lead, “Here we are, get out of the car.”
Christine White didn’t dawdle, pulling open the door and getting out of the car, her eyes glancing around the parking lot.
She knows this apartment, it’s a famous rich man’s apartment, six figures per square meter.
I didn’t realize Baird Lane had brought her here.
She was now slightly regretting agreeing to let him arrange for a place to stay.
“Let’s go.” Baird Lane collected his car keys and walked ahead.
Christine White rushed to keep up.
She was a little nervous as she entered the elevator.
Baird Lane gazed at her suspiciously, “What are you nervous about?”