“I don’t think it’s long.” Christine White returned with her hands behind her back.
Baird Lane pursed his lips, “Isn’t that long?”
Christine White shook her head, “Not for long, and since you said you love me, I’d like to take these months to verify that, to see if you’re telling the truth, and if I find out halfway through that you’re lying, I’ll be able to pull out in time, won’t I?”
She smiled.
Baird Lane lifted her chin up close to her, “So you want to try and have a relationship with me for once?”
A flash of slight surprise crossed Christine White’s eyes.
She didn’t understand how he associated it with that, but she didn’t refute it.
She had once longed for a sweet relationship and then marriage, but after she met him, that wish had fallen by the wayside.
But now that he’d said that, she thought she might be able to grasp it.
Thinking about this, Christine White took a breath and gathered the courage to speak, “So, will you?”
“Could try.” Baird Lane released her chin.
Love after marriage sounds like fun.
Christine White smiled, but inside she was a little nervous, a little disbelieving, “You promise?”
Surprise was in her eyes.
Baird Lane nodded, “I promise.”
He hadn’t acquired her forgiveness yet, but he’d taken his chances.
And by offering to consider his feelings now, she’s actually forgiven him in disguise.
Just wait a few months until he puts Leo Bort in jail, and they’ll totally make up.
Thinking about it, Baird Lane took the initiative and asked Christine White, “So I’ll start in can I go up for a cup of tea?”
Christine White dropped her little face and whispered back, “Yes.”
Baird Lane’s lips curled up, “Let’s go.”
He took her hand and led her toward the apartment complex.
All along the way, Christine White was still a little dopey.
Can’t seem to believe what happened today.
I can’t believe Baird Lane promised revenge, or that I’m actually ready to cut him loose and forgive him, or that I’m actually ready to have a relationship with him for once.
A married relationship sounded a little strange, but it didn’t stop her from looking forward to what was to come.
“Thinking about what?” Entering the elevator, Baird Lane craned his head to look at the vaguely smiling face of the woman beside him and couldn’t help but ask.
Christine White coughed lightly back, “Nothing, just wondering if I was dreaming.”
“Dreaming?” Baird Lane squinted at her, then gave her face a not-so-gentle squeeze, “Feel that?”
“Of course I did.” Christine White looked at him with a you’re weird expression.
“Then no.” Baird Lane dropped his hand, “Feeling it means you’re not dreaming.”
“I know, precisely because I know, that’s why I feel unreal, obviously before, I was still dreaming that you could avenge the child and love me properly for once, I didn’t expect that both wishes were realized today, I really …” She suddenly covered her face and her voice choked.
Baird Lane reached out and took her hand off her face, “What are you crying about?”
“I’m not crying.” Christine White said with red eyes.
She was obviously just too happy.
It’s just that her system is such that she loves to shed tears when she’s sad and when she’s too happy.
So there were times when it was clear that she didn’t want to cry, but the tears came out unconsciously, making it look like she was crying, even if no one believed her when she explained it, like now.
“And you say you’re not crying, your eyes are red.” Baird Lane cupped Christine White’s face with one hand.
“That was in the sand.” Christine White looked away.
But the next second, Baird Lane broke her face back forcefully, “Where’s the sand in the elevator.”
“You love it.” Christine White slapped his hand away.
The slap just happened to hit the back of his hand, the sound was still crisp, and the back of his white hand had two more red marks on it.
Baird Lane dropped his eyes to look unexpectedly at the red mark on the back of his hand for a long moment before he spat out, “Christine White, I’ve noticed you’re getting bolder by the minute.”
She used to be coy and cautious when she spoke to him, and with a blush, as if he were a man-eating tiger.
But now, not only did she dare to speak loudly to him, she would question him and taunt him, and she even dared to hit him.
Christine White originally looked at the red marks on the back of Baird Lane’s hand and was still a little vain, wondering if she had used a little too much force, but after hearing his words, her eyes dropped bleakly, “I think that anyone who has experienced the pain of losing a child, their character and guts will change, right, and if they don’t change again, they will only let people bully them to death. ”
It was because she had been too timid, too cowardly and too useless in the past that she had ended up in this situation.
So later she figured out that she was going to be strong, strong enough to protect everything she wanted to protect.
“You’re making the right changes.” Baird Lane looked at Christine White.
“Eh?” Christine White froze.
Baird Lane drew his eyes back and shifted to the elevator floor buttons and was about to say something when he heard the elevator ding to the station.
Helpless, he had no choice but to change the subject, “Never mind, let’s not talk about it, it’s not an important word anyway, let’s go, you should be hungry, right?”
Christine White sniffed and rubbed her stomach, “A little.”
“What’ll it be?” Baird Lane asked as he walked.
Christine White thought for a moment, “I don’t know.”
“Got any groceries in the fridge?” Baird Lane asked again.
Christine White took out her magnetic card and opened the door, “Yes, I had some delivered yesterday after you left.”
“I’ll see what I can do then.” Baird Lane said and headed for the kitchen.
Christine White was a little confused, and after a few seconds reacted with her mouth hanging open incredulously as she flew after her toward the kitchen, “Wait, what did you just say? You cook?”
“What’s the problem?” Baird Lane took off the jacket he was wearing and handed it to her, “Hold this for me.”
“Of course there’s a problem, do you know how to cook?” Christine White froze and took the jacket and slipped it over her arm, she could even still feel the body heat coming from his jacket, warm and reassuring.
She couldn’t help but bury her head in it and sniff it a few times, she thought, if it wasn’t the wrong occasion.
He smelled consistently good, with the scent of men’s perfume and a light minty freshness that mixed together extraordinarily well.
“Didn’t you know me specifically? How come you didn’t even know I could cook?” Baird Lane rolled up his sleeves, a hint of a light laugh mingling in his voice.
Christine White stood in the doorway watching him rummage through the refrigerator, “I’ve gotten to know you before, but I genuinely didn’t know you could cook, and I never thought about it in that direction, after all, I can’t picture you cooking, given who you are.”
His hands were so slender and nice, clearly just a pair of signing hands, how could he look out of place with a kitchen knife.
“I once studied at a noble college abroad.” Baird Lane said in a faint voice while choosing vegetables, “The students of that school were famous nobles from all over the world, and the purpose of the school was to emphasize on omnipotence, and cooking was a compulsory classLand, it’s just that I inherited The Lane Family after returning to my country, and cooking naturally didn’t come in handy.”
“So that’s it.” Christine White blinked in realization.
She’d always known the man was all-powerful, but she hadn’t realized it was even more so than she’d thought.
At least she hadn’t thought he could cook before and wondered how he would taste!
But seeing as how he was so skillful at chopping vegetables, more so than even she was, I figured how it wouldn’t taste bad.
With that thought, Christine White began to look forward to the meal afterward, but the anticipation was accompanied by a sour feeling in her heart and a subconscious tightening of the jacket around her arms, “Do you know how to cook, and does Miss Molly Bort know?”