“I’m being unreasonable?” Baird Lane wrinkled his nose.
Christine White took a deep breath, “That’s right, what you just did, in my opinion, was uncalled for.”
Baird Lane was exasperated by her comment, his thin lips pursing out a few chills, “Christine White, you’re saying I’m being unreasonable, is it wrong for me to defend my wife? Is it right for me to let another man touch you?”
Christine White heard the anger in his tone and was more or less apprehensive, “I don’t mean that, I just think that you just did that a little too much, you don’t want other men to touch me, I understand, but touching like Ives Norton just did is just a small thing, why do you need to … ”
“A little thing?” Baird Lane’s voice went cold, “Christine White, is this just a little thing to you?”
“Isn’t it? He just touched my head with a folder, he hasn’t touched it with his hand, and you’re being catty.” Christine White said.
Baird Lane was completely enraged by her comment, the coldness emanating from his body was enough to freeze a person, “I’m catty? Christine White, don’t forget, you’re my wife, and as my wife, is it normal to be pulling on other men?”
“What do you mean la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la?” Christine White clenched her palms together and her volume increased considerably, “If what I did with Ives Norton was a tug and a pull, what about you and Molly Bort? Wouldn’t you be entwined?”
“Me and Molly Bort?” said Baird Lane, looking stricken.
Christine White closed her eyes and barely managed to calm herself down, “Yes, you and Molly Bort, you used to cuddle and get intimate, did I say anything? I didn’t say anything, I swallowed it all as bitterness, and you did, you came back to double-cross me, don’t you think that’s funny?”
Baird Lane’s thin lips twitched slightly as he spoke in a mute voice, “I’m not double-standard.”
“No?” Christine White laughed, a sarcastic laugh, “And you say you didn’t, isn’t it double standard for you to tell me to stay away from other men while you were tangling with Molly Bort earlier?”
Speaking here, she reached out and nodded at the spot on his chest, “Also, you’re a man who is consistently strong and doesn’t allow others to put up a fight, you told me to stay away from other men, and I did, I even deleted Ives Norton’s contact information at one point, but what about you, did you do it?”
At those words, Baird Lane’s handsome face sank and sank, and for a moment, he found himself unable to answer.
Such a reaction from him was expected from Christine White, who tilted her head back to look at the ceiling as if trying to hold back tears.
After a few seconds, she exhaled heavily and continued, “Can’t answer that right, it’s normal to not answer that, that’s because you didn’t do it, it’s a mistake in itself, even morally wrong for you to be so close to your ex-girlfriend during your marriage.”
“I admit that it was wrong of me to get too close to Molly during the marriage, but how does that involve morality?” Baird Lane wrinkled his brow, his tone a little offended.
Christine White snorted, “You still don’t believe me, well then, let me ask you, if Ives Norton had a girlfriend, would you be this close to Ives Norton’s girlfriend?”
“Of course not.” Baird Lane answered directly without thinking.
“Look, you said you wouldn’t, but why would you and Molly Bort make a mistake like that?” Christine White sneered at him, “You used to be lovers, but now you’re married, what man have you ever seen who’s married and still pestering his ex-girlfriend, and Molly Bort, she knows this and yet she keeps pestering you, so tell me, what’s not a moral issue?”
Baird Lane was dumbfounded by this call from Christine White, and even more unable to refute it.
Because she’s right.
No one in their right triad should have any further contact with an ex when they have a current one.
And mistakes like that, he and Molly Bort made.
“Sorry about this …”
“You don’t have to say anything.” Christine White interrupted Baird Lane with a feeble wave of her hand, “I’m so tired inside, I don’t want to hear any more of what you have to say, all I know is that you haven’t managed to make a clean break from your ex-girlfriends yourself, so who are you to demand that I don’t get in touch with other men, not to mention the fact that I’m clean with them with nothing between us and you aren’t so …”
“So what?” Baird Lane stared at her intently.
Christine White, however, averted her eyes, “So when you’re clean with Molly Bort, no longer see her, no longer contact her, then you’ll be in a position to demand to stay away from other men.”
Such words she had actually wanted to say a long time ago.
But at that time, she loved him and at the same time was afraid of him, so she didn’t dare to say these words for fear that if she did, he would treat her even less favorably.
Now, though, she had figured out that if he wasn’t going to divorce her, then why didn’t she say so.
“I see where you’re coming from, but I still want to say that Molly is out of the country and she and I won’t have any contact in the future.” Baird Lane said, trying to take Christine White’s hand.
But Christine White stepped back and avoided his hand, “I don’t believe you, I don’t believe you at all, because I know that Molly Bort is not the same in your heart, and what’s more, won’t Molly Bort come back when she goes abroad? And she said once that she wouldn’t give you up.”
“When did she ever say anything like that?” Baird Lane asked in a hushed voice as he looked puzzled.
Christine White gave a faint, bitter laugh, “It’s been a long time, and I’ve told you before, but you didn’t believe me.”
“Yes?” Baird Lane frowned.
He doesn’t remember.
Christine White shook her head in self-deprecation, “Since you don’t remember, forget it, I don’t want to talk about it, that’s all.”
The words fell out of her mouth and she headed toward the elevator.
Baird Lane watched her back for a moment before lifting his foot to follow.
On the way back to the apartment, Christine White didn’t say a word to him and kept looking out the window wondering what she was thinking.
Baird Lane glanced at her from time to time with an afterimage, and was in an irritable mood.
Her lack of trust frustrated him; was he so untrustworthy?
He had told her that he loved her now, but she always still felt that he had Molly Bort in his heart.
It’s such a powerless feeling.
No words on the way.
When she got to the bottom of the apartment building, Christine White got out of the car, walked around the front of the car to Baird Lane, and bowed to him, “Thank you for the ride.”
Baird Lane looked down at her condescendingly, “Do you have to be so polite to me?”
Christine White straightened up as if she hadn’t heard him and said to herself, “I’m a little tired so I won’t ask you to come up and sit down, you can go back.”
“You’re kicking me out?” The corner of Baird Lane’s eye twitched.
Christine White’s eyes flashed, “No, it’s just that I’m really tired and don’t have the energy to be entertaining you.”
“I don’t need your hospitality, you’re my wife and where you live is my apartment, so I don’t even need your permission to go up there or not, do you understand?” Baird Lane tapped his fingers on the edge of the window and spoke softly.
Christine White frowned slightly, “I understand, but I said I was going to live alone, and you promised, so then you can’t just go up there.”
“So you were waiting for me here.” Baird Lane opened the door and got out of the car, “Are you suddenly forbidding me to go up there because you still care about what I said, just now, in the hospital?”
“Which words?” Christine White looked at him.
“Not letting you get too close to other men if you do.” Baird Lane flicked his thin lips back.
“Can’t say I care, I just find it so depressing.” Christine White was a little down in the dumps.
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “How depressing?”