“Mmm, full.” Christine White said back, rubbing her stomach, but her eyes were fixed on the dishes on the table for an instant.
Baird Lane took in all of her little gestures and only found a few of them adorable.
“If you’re full, what are you looking at?” He teased.
Christine White’s eyes glazed over at being caught in the act, and her little face turned scarlet, “I … I didn’t look.”
She’s hard-mouthed.
Baird Lane gave a couple of low chuckles and didn’t tear her down, “Is my cooking that good?”
“Well, it was delicious.” Christine White nodded, answering truthfully.
He may not be as good as the international chefs, but in her opinion, it was better than anything Aunt Lucy could make.
“If it’s so good, what else would you like to eat tonight?” Baird Lane asked her.
“Evening?” Christine White froze, “And you’re going to stay the night?”
Baird Lane shook his glass with a lurch, “What, are you kicking me out again?”
“Not …”
They were now sort of in a loving marriage relationship, and it was a bit of a stretch for her to kick him out again.
“Since that’s not the case, say what you want for dinner tonight and I’ll allow you to order.” Baird Lane took a sip of his wine and looked at Christine White.
Christine White’s eyes twinkled, “Can I order?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded.
Christine White bit her lip and thought for a moment, “Fish … Is that okay?”
She asked him carefully, as if afraid he would refuse.
However Baird Lane agreed with her very readily, “Yes.”
Christine White smiled, “Thanks, I’ll collect the bowls.”
She stood up and with a quick motion gathered the dishes and carried them to the kitchen to be washed.
Halfway through the wash, footsteps sounded behind her, followed by two arms reaching around her waist and holding her from behind.
Christine White jerked to a halt in her dishwashing and stiffened, “You … How did you get in here?”
“Can’t I come in?” Baird Lane asked rhetorically, his voice low as he knocked his chin on her shoulder.
Christine White scowled, “No, I mean, I’m doing the dishes, what are you doing in here?”
“I came in to see you.” Baird Lane replied, answering with slightly cooler thin lips that traced her neck whether intentionally or not.
She tightened the dish towel in her hand, “That …”
“What?” Baird Lane closed his eyes and
Christine White sidled up to him with an afterimage, “Let go for a second will you, I’m doing the dishes.”
“I’ll hold you like this without interfering with the dishes.” Baird Lane returned unperturbed, but instead even gathered his arms and wrapped them around her tighter.
Christine White had already had a full stomach, and when he hugged her like that, she barely managed to squeeze the rice out of her stomach.
She moved uncomfortably to move her body to move, “It’s not affecting, but this makes me uncomfortable.”
“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane opened his eyes.
Christine White returned with a tangled face, “It’s uncomfortable everywhere, just let go, if you’re okay, why don’t you go outside and watch TV, or go to your gym and work out and digest.”
The implication was, go find something else to do if you’ve had enough, and leave her alone to do the dishes.
Baird Lane naturally picked up on it, a dark aura swept across his deep pupils, “You mean fitness?”
“Uh-huh, go on.” Christine White nodded carelessly.
She had dishes to do, and she sincerely begged him to leave her alone.
Baird Lane’s thin lips hooked slightly, pretending not to hear her dislike, his voice lazy, “Indeed, I haven’t had a proper body workout in half a month, and you’ve reminded me of that.”
“Now that I’ve reminded you, get going.” Christine White urged once more.
If she didn’t leave, her dishwater would get cold.
Now that it was getting colder, she didn’t want to wash in cold water.
“Gym it is.” The curve of Baird Lane’s mouth deepened.
“Huh?” Christine White was confused, “Even here? How do you work out here?”
Without further ado, Baird Lane simply turned Christine White around, lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips under her confused and wary gaze.
Christine White’s eyes widened and her brain buzzed with confusion.
He … He kissed her again!
Christine White stared with two big eyes, “You …”
“What about me?” Baird Lane wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb, a gesture that seemed simple and normal, but he did it with an extraordinarily seductive and provocative touch.
Christine White bit her lip in a fitful manner, “I say I want you to go to the gym and that’s what you’re actually thinking about?”
“This one will do.”
Baird Lane said as he picked her up and placed her on the sink.
Christine White was all confused, “Are you for real?”
“You think I’m kidding you?” Baird Lane’s eyelids fluttered.
Christine White’s heart was pounding.
This man, obviously looked so high and cold.
“You’re walking away?” Baird Lane pinched Christine White’s nose.
Christine White snapped back, “What are you doing!”
“I should be the one to ask what for, how dare you wander off even when doing something like this, what a misbehavior, I’ll have to punish you for that.”
With that, he cupped her chin in one hand and kissed her hard again.
“Well …” Christine White was not prepared for this and subconsciously tried to struggle.
But Baird Lane had expected it in general, and his large hands composed both of her hands directly together, making her immobile, while deepening the kiss.
He kissed so dominantly and forcefully that Christine White grew undefeated and was soon lost and stopped resisting and even began to respond.