Baird Lane ignored Aunt Lucy and dragged Christine White into the apartment.
Christine White did smile at Aunt Lucy as she passed by, but it was a far-fetched smile, “Aunt Lucy.”
Aunt Lucy is also a shrewd person, naturally she could see that the atmosphere between these two young couples was a bit off, and hurriedly inquired, “Ma’am, what’s wrong with your face?”
“It’s okay.” Christine White touched her battered face with her other hand and mentally stifled a sigh.
It says it’s fine, but how can that be.
Mick White slapped that one down with almost all the force he could muster.
Even now, all this time later, her face still hurt.
“This is still called nothing?” Aunt Lucy closed the door and followed the young couple, asking as she walked, “Ma’am, were you beaten by them?”
“I …”
“All right!” Baird Lane cut off what Baird Lane was about to say in a cold voice, stopping to look at Aunt Lucy, “You go back to the cottage first.”
“Back to the cottage?” Aunt Lucy froze, then pointed to Christine White, “What about the cut on the Mrs.’s face and your dinner?”
“I’ll handle it.” Baird Lane returned imperiously.
Christine White’s heart thumped, he had specifically sidetracked Aunt Lucy, he wasn’t really going to teach her a hard lesson, was he?
“I see, I’ll be off then.” Aunt Lucy nodded and whirled around, taking off the apron she was wearing and grabbing her things to leave the apartment.
The door to the apartment slammed back shut and Baird Lane threw Christine White onto the couch and headed for the storage room.
Christine White was apprehensive at the moment, and her eyes were even more restless as she stared at the pantry door.
The storage room she went to was full of piles of clutter.
Did Baird Lane go in there at this time, looking for a club or something to beat her with?
At that thought, Christine White’s little face instantly went white, wondering if she should run away.
In case he did try to hit her with those things, how would her little body survive?
Thinking about it, Christine White sneaks up on her.
But just as she was about to head for the door, there was movement from the direction of the storage room.
She subconsciously stops and looks back, only to see Baird Lane emerge from it carrying a small suitcase.
Looking at each other, Baird Lane wrinkled his eyebrows and stared at her, “What do you want?”
“I …” Caught red-handed sneaking away, Christine White’s eyes darted around sheepishly, “I wasn’t trying to do anything.”
Baird Lane’s eyes narrowed a bit, “If you don’t want to do anything, then why are you standing up, get back in your seat!”
He ordered in a cold voice.
Christine White scowled, not daring to defy him, and obediently sat back down where she had been.
She was a lot more at ease at the moment, though, because she only saw him carrying a suitcase, and other than that, he wasn’t holding any sticks or anything like that.
Thinking about it that way, he wouldn’t use a weapon even if he wanted to hit her.
As long as she didn’t have to use a weapon, she figured she should still be able to carry it.
Seeing the woman sit down obediently, Baird Lane’s cold face improved ever so slightly as he walked over, placed the case on the coffee table, and opened it.
Christine White, who had been watching his movements with keen interest, naturally saw the scene when he opened the case.
Then she realized that the box, in fact, was a medical kit!
Turns out he had just gone into the storage room to get a medical kit.
Just what is he doing with one? It’s not like he’s hurt there. She’s the one who’s really hurt.
Could it be that he took this, just to try to drug her?
Thinking about it, Christine White’s heartbeat quickened, and her gaze at Baird Lane and the medical kit became much hotter.
How could Baird Lane not notice the look in her eyes at the moment, and although he didn’t know what she associated with it, he was quite flattered that she was looking at him like that.
“Sit still and don’t move!” Baird Lane ordered out loud.
Christine White immediately and dutifully sat up straight and didn’t move a muscle.
The fact that she was even more well-behaved than usual caused Baird Lane to raise an eyebrow in satisfaction.
“Stick your face out.” Baird Lane ordered again.
Christine White obediently poked her head forward.
Baird Lane reached out and gently touched her battered face, “Does it hurt?”
Christine White shook her head, “It doesn’t hurt.”
He touched it like that, with no force at all, so where would it hurt.
As if he could tell what was going through Christine White’s mind, a dark aura swept across Baird Lane’s dark eyes, and then he hooked the corner of his mouth and intensified his efforts, poking down at her face.
Now Christine White screamed out in pain, her face changed, her eyes were even more red and overflowed with a little watery mist.
She looked accusingly at Baird Lane, “You just …”
“What just happened?” Baird Lane interrupted her with a blandly self-effacing smile.
Christine White bit her lip, the whole thing aggravated, “You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Baird Lane nodded and graciously admitted, “I thought you said it didn’t hurt, but now it seems like you’re not being honest.”
Christine White grunted, “It’s not the same, you just didn’t use force, you’re using force now.”
“So what? I told you I’d teach you a good lesson, and this is just one of the lessons, there’s more to come.” With that, Baird Lane rummaged through the medical kit.
Christine White’s heart fluttered when she saw him move.
Is this man the devil?
He wasn’t going to give her one of those highly irritating drugs, was he?
“Thinking about what?” Baird Lane had finished looking for all the medicine he was going to need and turned his head to the woman who was looking uneasy and frightened.
The woman swallowed, “No … Didn’t think anything of it.”
“Yeah.” The corners of Baird Lane’s lips quirked impossibly.
Christine White hung her head low, “Well …”
“Since it’s nothing, keep your head up or I’ll do it myself.” Baird Lane picks up a bottle of potion and screws on the cap while giving her instructions.
Christine White dared not disobey, forcing her heart to hold back her fear of him, and lifting her head up.
Just as soon as her head was raised, Baird Lane cupped her chin and immobilized her head so that she could no longer move.
Then, with his other hand, he took a cotton swab and dabbed a little bit of the potion right on her face.
Christine White had expected him to deliberately torture her while he applied the medicine, so she had closed her eyes in fear before he applied it.
But after closing it for a moment, she felt something was wrong.
She could feel something cold and clammy traveling across her face, but couldn’t feel the slightest bit of pain.
Could it be that she’d gotten the wrong idea, that he hadn’t actually meant to torture her on purpose at this point in time?
Christine White’s arched eyebrows twitched, and then she opened her eyes suspiciously, and the first thing she saw was Baird Lane’s cool, handsome face.
He didn’t have any expression on his face, but he was able to tell that he was serious at the moment, really serious about medicating her.
Christine White just watched and couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the end.
With such an obvious look in her eyes, Baird Lane naturally couldn’t ignore it if he wanted to, and he dropped his eyes slightly to look at her, her dumbfounded look causing a smirk to cross his eyes.
“Okay.” Baird Lane said two words faintly as he applied a cold patch to Christine White.
Christine White finally came back to her senses and reached up to touch her face, “Well?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane responded softly, then went to pack up the medical insurance.
Christine White looked at him, “The …”
“What else do you want?” He twisted his head and glanced at her.
She licked her lips, “Are you going to lecture me again?”
“Haven’t I learned my lesson already?” Baird Lane said.
Christine White cocked her head in bewilderment, “Lesson learned?”
When was this and how did she not know?