Baird Lane lifted his wrist and put it in front of her, “It’s seven thirty, I’ve been back for two hours.”
“It’s half past seven?” Christine White exclaimed.
I didn’t realize that she had actually slept for so long at once, so it was no wonder it was dark outside.
But she only felt like she’d been asleep for a short while.
“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane asked, lowering his arm as he watched Christine White glower.
Christine White rubbed her face, “It’s okay, still a little out of it.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded haughtily.
The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched slightly.
What does he mean by this uh-huh?
“Get up, go wash your face and eat. ” Baird Lane said, sticking his pockets in and standing up.
Christine White rolled her somewhat stiff neck, “Is Aunt Lucy there too?”
“Not in.” Baird Lane returned two words.
Christine White was puzzled, “Where did that meal come from? Did you have Assistant Gates buy it?”
“No.” Baird Lane looked down at her, “I did.”
“You’re cooking again?” Christine White’s eyes lit up at that.
Baird Lane saw it and the corner of his mouth hooked, “The dinner the day before yesterday didn’t make it because of company business, so I’ll make it up to you today, satisfied?”
He asked her.
Christine White nodded repeatedly, “Satisfied.”
He was very good at what he did, and after the last time she had eaten his cooking, she kept coming back for more and missed it.
Now that she could eat again, how dare she be dissatisfied.
“Get up then.” Baird Lane said, extending a hand to Christine White.
Christine White looked at his hand for a moment, didn’t understand what he meant, just looked at him with a blank expression.
Baird Lane sighed, “Give me your hand.”
“Oh.” Christine White obediently handed him her hand.
When he took hold, he pulled her up off the couch with a single exertion.
“Well, hurry up and wash your face.” He drew his hand back and urged lightly.
Christine White hmmm’d, slipped on her shoes and ran into the restroom.
By the time she washed her face and came out, Baird Lane was sitting at the table waiting for her.
She walked over and he handed over a pair of chopsticks.
Christine White took it and said thank you.
During the meal, Baird Lane popped the question, “How did you get back this afternoon?”
“I took a cab back.” Christine White replied swallowing her mouthful of rice.
Baird Lane lifted his chin, “I’ll set you up with a driver tomorrow, let the driver take you wherever you want to go.”
Christine White’s movement to clip the food stopped violently, “Arrange a driver? Why are you arranging a chauffeur for me for a good reason?”
“It’s inconvenient to travel, so I’ll set one up for you, plus you’re the young lady of The Lane Family, my wife, and deserve to have your own chauffeur, and …” He put down his chopsticks and pulled out a bank card from the pocket of his suit and pushed it in front of her, “This is also for you.”
“Why did you give it to me?” Christine White looked down at the card and didn’t pick it up, just a complicated expression.
Baird Lane looked at her and explained, “For the same reason as earlier, you deserve an allowance, here’s my secondary card, buy whatever you want.”
Christine White was stunned and silent for a while before she spoke in a strange tone, “Did someone say something to you? Is that why you suddenly arranged a driver for me and gave me money?”
Don’t say he thought of it himself. If he could have thought of it, would he have waited until now?
“You guessed?” Baird Lane was surprised at Christine White’s cleverness in guessing at once.
Christine White said in her heart that it was true, and tightened the chopsticks in her hands and said, “Well, it wasn’t hard to guess, but I’m more interested in knowing who actually told you that?”
Is it her mom, or is it Mick White?
She couldn’t think of any other than those two.
These two, after all, were the ones who came up with the idea only yesterday that she should ask Baird Lane for money.
“It’s your brother.” Baird Lane answered her by picking up his chopsticks again.
Christine White’s little face sank, “Sure enough it was him, I knew it, when did he get to you? What else did he tell you?”
“Mick White works right here at headquarters, and after you left at noon, he came by my office and told me that you were my wife and had the right to spend my money.” Baird Lane took a sip of his soup and answered her lightly, “But he kind of reminded me of that or I wouldn’t be thinking about this right now.”
Christine White did not feel happy when she heard this, instead, she was a little angry in her heart, angry at Mick White’s self-interest, and even more angry at Mick White’s cheekiness.
“Baird, you don’t need to pay any attention to what Mick says, that man of his is just trying to get money out of me, so take this card back, you gave it to me in case he finds out about it, he’s bound to come after me in three days, what if I don’t put up with it?” Christine White pushed the card back to Baird Lane and signaled him to take it back.
She wouldn’t take the card anyway.
Seeing Christine White reject the card so easily, Baird Lane frowned slightly, “Here’s the money I’m giving you and what you should have, and as for Mick White, I’m sure you won’t be giving him any, didn’t you not give it yesterday? ”
“You know?” Christine White was slightly surprised.
Baird Lane nodded, “Mick White came to me for money as well, and under questioning from me, he gave an account of how he came to you for money yesterday as well.”
“So it’s like this.” Christine White smiled bitterly, “I didn’t give it yesterday, the main reason is still because I don’t have any money, more than a million dollars, it’s more or less the same if I were to rob it.”
“Didn’t your mom tell you to ask me for it? Why didn’t you come to me?” Baird Lane stared at her.
Christine White shook her head, “This is a family matter for The White Family, besides it’s Mick getting married, even if we have to pay the bride price for a house, that’s my parents’ business, I as a sister have no responsibility, let alone you.”
And how could she possibly ask him for money when she never wanted to use his money in the first place.
She owes him money, and she hasn’t even paid him yet.
“Right.” Suddenly remembering something, Christine White put down her chopsticks, “You just said that Mick also asked you for money, and you gave it to him?”
“No.” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “I’ve said before that I don’t approve of The White Family people, so naturally I won’t take care of them.”
“That’s good.” Christine White breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s a good thing you didn’t give it to him, or he would have haunted you later.”
“I know.” Baird Lane nods.
Christine White rubbed her temples, her voice tired, “I really don’t know why my parents, and Mick , are the way they are.”
“There’s always one bad person out of ten, let alone billions.” Baird Lane picks the card up and pulls one of her hands straight through, placing it in her hand, “Take it, you should have been given these three years ago, and by giving them to you now, it’s already three years too late.”
“But I can’t have it!” Christine White added as she looked at him.
Baird Lane frowned hard, “Why not?”
“Because I …” Christine White lowered her head, unsure of how to respond.
She couldn’t say that she hadn’t wanted his money, The Lane Family’s money.
If she did say that, he would flip out.
After all, what strong people hate most is when people reject them one after another.
“For what, say.” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.
Christine White heard the slightest hint of coldness in his tone and realized he was probably a little upset, biting her lip, “It’s nothing.”
She put the card away.
She might as well take the card before he gets mad.
Big deal, she just doesn’t have to use it.
With that thought, the pressure in Christine White’s mind was instantly gone.
Baird Lane saw her obediently accept the card, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, “If the next time The White Family over there comes back to you, and you can’t handle their pestering, you can transfer a million dollars to them, and after you transfer it over, you call me, and I’ll take care of the follow-up.”
“What do you mean?” Christine White held the tips of her chopsticks.