“Nothing.” Christine White picked at her fingers and returned perfunctorily.
Baird Lane lifted her chin, “Look me in the eye.”
Christine White looked at him.
Baird Lane inquired once more, “Say, what the hell were you so nervous about just now?”
“I said it was nothing.” Christine White took his hand straight away and moved a step to the side, pulling away from him.
Her look of impatience did something to Baird Lane’s heart, and he lifted his foot and closed in on her, cornering her in the elevator before raising one arm to brace himself against the elevator wall, imprisoning her between the elevator and him.
Christine White blinked at him in dismay, her heart racing.
Is she, like, being walloped?
“Christine White, are you sure you don’t want to talk?” Baird Lane looked down, his eyes as deep as ancient wells staring at Christine White.
Christine White’s eyes flickered sheepishly, trying to look away.
But as if he had expected it, the man pressed his forehead directly against hers so that she could no longer turn her head.
“I’ll give you one more chance, say, what’s the tension?” Baird Lane asked her, lowering his voice.
This was so close, so close that Christine White could feel the hot breath he exhaled as he spoke and smelled extraordinarily good with a hint of mint.
She couldn’t help but close her eyes and sniff twice before she spoke back, “It’s nothing, just worried about the rent.”
“Rent?” Baird Lane’s forehead veins popped, a hint of anger in his eyes, “You think I’m charging you rent for letting you live over here?”
“That’s not what I meant, and I didn’t think of it that way.” Christine White clenched her palms.
Baird Lane’s thin lips pursed into a straight line, “So what do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m the one who volunteered to try to give you rent, it’s just that the prices are so high here that I might not be able to give you the right price.” Christine White said.
Such a reply, to Baird Lane, was no different from what he had just thought, as much as treating him as an outsider.
“Christine White, do you consider me your husband or not?” Baird Lane grimly questioned her.
Christine White sucked in her breath, “There was, but now there isn’t!”
That made Baird Lane laugh, “You’re pretty honest.”
Christine White hung her eyes.
Baird Lane closed his eyes fiercely and pushed down his anger, “Even if you have hatred for me in your heart right now, but remember, we are not divorced, we are still husband and wife, what kind of husband collects rent from his wife, in the future, this kind of words, I don’t want you to say it again, do you hear me?”
Christine White kept her head down and didn’t say anything.
Baird Lane took one look at him like that and knew she must not have been listening and couldn’t help but get fired up.
He tightened his fists and was about to say something when the elevator suddenly dinged to the station.
He had no choice but to swallow back the words he had yet to say.
But instead of letting Christine White go so easily, he suddenly cupped her face and planted a hard kiss on her lips before releasing her and walking out of the elevator.
Christine White covered her lips and looked at his back with a dumbfounded look on her face, her whole body confused.
He kissed her!
Or a forced kiss!
“What are you waiting for, the elevator is closing.” Outside, Baird Lane yelled at Christine White as she held down the door opening button with Christine White still dazed inside.
Christine White looked back, lowered her head, and walked out with a small red face.
“Thinking about what?” Baird Lane looked at her sideways.
She shook her head and said, in a thin whisper, “It’s nothing.”
“Nothing then.” Baird Lane pulled out a magnetic card and walked forward.
Christine White followed him without a word.
After walking about a dozen paces, Baird Lane stopped in front of a door, swiped his magnetic card on the lock, and heard only a beep backward and the door opened.
“Come in.” Baird Lane pulled the door open and gestured for Christine White to go in first.
Christine White didn’t refuse and walked inside the apartment.
The condo was large, very spacious, and fully stocked with appliances.
But it was the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that caught her eye the most!
Christine White walked towards the glass wall and then stood there looking out, the extremely high view giving her a clear view of the bustling city outside.
She thought that if it was night at the moment, then a city full of night scenery could be in her eyes.
“Like it?” Baird Lane asked softly as he came up behind Christine White.
Christine White rested her hand on the glass wall, her eyes looking out for a split second, not freeing up a look for him at all, “Like.”
She answered truthfully.
The first moment she came in, she loved it.
This was perfectly in line with her dream residence. She actually preferred this kind of apartment to a luxurious villa.
“If you like it, then stay.” Baird Lane said as he hugged Christine White from behind and leaned his head into her ear.
The hot breath he exhaled tickled Christine White’s ears a little, and she couldn’t help but scrunch her neck as she asked, without answering, “Has anyone lived here before?”
“How?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.
Christine White removed his hand from her waist, then turned to look at the row of couches across the room, “Not new.”
“I see.” A flash of realization crossed Baird Lane’s eyes, then he smiled softly, “I’ve been living here for the past three years.”
Christine White was stunned, “So you live here.”
“Yes, it just so happens that it’s fully furnished and appliances too, and Gates has arranged for someone to come and clean it every week, so it’s perfect for you to live in now.” Baird Lane explained.
Christine White was silent for a few seconds, “As I recall, you’ve always hated people touching your things, and this is your private apartment, is it okay for you to suddenly arrange for me to come and stay here?”
“You’re no one else.” Baird Lane bent his head down to stare at her intently, “You’re my wife, so isn’t it only right that you live in my apartment? Besides, I’m going to tell you one more time, the rent is off the table, you hear me!”
Christine White saw how serious his expression was and didn’t dare to make him angry, so she subconsciously nodded her head.
Baird Lane then stands up with a satisfied look.
At that moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He took it out and looked at it, his eyes narrowed slightly, “Take a look at it, if there’s anything you don’t like, I’ll have someone change it, I’m going out to take a call.”
With that, he walked towards the balcony.
Christine White looked over at him, a little curious as to who was calling on his phone, but that curiosity ultimately couldn’t compete with how much she liked the apartment, so she retracted her gaze and high-tailed it to check out the rest of the apartment.
On the balcony, Baird Lane slid down the answer button and put the phone to his ear, “Grandpa, can I help you?”
“I heard you brought Christine back?” The old man asked over the phone.
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “How did Grandpa know, I don’t remember telling you, did I.”
“Never mind how my old man knows, I’ll ask you, what the hell do you mean?” The old man aggravated his tone.
Baird Lane even heard the sound of a cane on the ground on his cell phone, “What does Grandpa mean?”
He asked in a cool voice as he leaned his back against the balcony railing.
The old man grunted, “What am I referring to? I mean what you brought Christine back for of course, she was hell bent on divorcing you, don’t tell me she forgives you now.”
“Of course not.” Baird Lane looked toward the apartment.
I just happened to see her giddy with her cell phone as she took pictures of the apartment.
Seeing her so happy at the moment, his heart also followed with pleasure, the bottom of his deep eyes were tinted with a hint of faint smile.
“Since there isn’t, then how come she’s willing to follow you back?” Speaking of this, the lord suddenly narrowed his old eyes suspiciously, “You wouldn’t have threatened her with anything, would you?”