“I’m sorry!” Baird Lane apologized.
Christine White froze, “What are you apologizing for, for good reason?”
“I figured something out.” Baird Lane buried his head in the crook of her neck.
Christine White blinked, “So what, does this have anything to do with you apologizing?”
“Never mind.” Baird Lane gave a low chuckle and wasn’t about to spell out why he was apologizing, just rubbed the nape of her neck and changed the subject, “Got some good news for you.”
“What’s the good news?” Christine White yawned.
She had been suddenly awakened by his pressure, and was not even fully refreshed at the moment.
“Leo Bort is going back home.” Baird Lane said.
Christine White’s eyes snapped open, “Back home?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What’s he doing back home, didn’t you kick him out of the country specifically, how dare he come back.” Christine White was puzzled.
Baird Lane lays out the reasons why Leo Bort is ready to return.
Christine White was silent for a few seconds as she listened, “So that’s what happened, but why did you say it was good news that he was back in the country?”
“How do we get him in jail if he doesn’t return home?” Baird Lane looked up at her, “He’s committed a crime that isn’t foreign enough to warrant cross-country detention, so the only way to get him in jail is to get him back home.”
After listening to Baird Lane’s explanation, Christine White finally understood why he said it was good news.
It’s really good news too, Christine White can’t wait, “When is he coming back?”
“Probably just this month.” Baird Lane gave a not-so-clear answer.
But Christine White is also content.
A month, how it’s all shorter than a couple months.
The sooner she wants Leo Bort in jail, the better, of course.
“Baird, thanks.” Christine White said thanks.
Baird Lane gave a low chuckle, “You’re finally calling my name again, you haven’t since we got back from the country, which is only when I forced you to in the country.”
She hadn’t completely opened up to him in her heart after all.
It was only now that she heard that Leo Bort was coming back that her heart opened a little more to him.
Christine White’s eyes flickered and she was about to open her mouth to say something when her stomach suddenly rumbled.
She blushed a little, a little embarrassed, “That …”
“Hungry?” Baird Lane pressed his forehead against hers.
Christine White East Two, could only hmmm softly.
“It’s about time you got hungry, it’s been so long, what do you want to eat?” Baird Lane asked her.
Christine White thought about it and finally replied, “I’ll do whatever.”
He was so much better at his craft than she was, and everything he made tasted so good, she really didn’t have a choice.
“Okay, I’ll go to the kitchen then.” Baird Lane said and got up off of her before walking out of the room to the kitchen.
Christine White couldn’t help but smile slightly as she looked at the entrance to the room.
Who would have thought that the man who was once so noble and cold that it was too annoying to look at her more than once would now cook for her personally because she was hungry.
She wouldn’t have believed it if it were before.
So, Baird Lane’s change, is really too big, she is a bit skeptical, the current Baird Lane, is the real him, and the previous Dark Grid indifference of him, is pretending.
But whether or not she was faking it, she wasn’t sure and didn’t bother to guess, stretching before fishing for her cell phone on the nightstand and glancing at it.
“Eight thirty, that late?” Christine White muttered, then lifted the covers and got out of bed to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
By the time she came out of the wash, Baird Lane had dinner ready and was coming out of the kitchen with two huge bowls, the smell of which could be smelled for meters.
“Doing what?” Christine White asked with a huff.
Baird Lane set the bowl on the table, “Noodles, eat?”
“Eat.” Christine White nodded without thinking.
So flavorful and delicious smelling, she’d be a fool not to eat it.
“Come here if you want to eat.” Baird Lane gave her a little wave.
Christine White dropped the towel she was holding in her hands in a hurry and trotted over to the table, looking into her bowl with two glazed eyes.
He made two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, white noodles, red tomatoes, yellow eggs, and a few green onions laying on top, looking at the combination of several colors, it gave a nice visual feast.
“What are you waiting for, just looking and not eating?” Baird Lane took the other end of the chopsticks and gently knocked Christine White’s head.
Christine White glared at him and pulled out her chair and sat down, “Who says I don’t eat, I just look at these two bowls of noodles.”
It’s a really special look, and she can’t do it anyway.
“Eat it all if it looks good.” Baird Lane said as he handed her the chopsticks.
Christine White hmmm’d, “Don’t worry, I can finish it.”
With that, the chopsticks attacked the bowl of noodles.
His handiwork really didn’t disappoint her, the moment it entered her mouth, it conquered her taste buds, and even though it was hot, so hot that it fanned her mouth, she couldn’t bring herself to spit it out.
Baird Lane sighed inwardly as he saw her look so foolish.
Although I didn’t learn a few days with the etiquette teacher, but at least I learned, how come I’m still like this now?
But forget it, this is also good, too many people in this circle are bound by rules, she is like this, on the contrary, it is unique.
“There’s something else to tell you.” Baird Lane suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hands and spoke.
Christine White looked at him as she ate and sputtered, “What is it?”
“I fired Mick White.” When Baird Lane finished, his eyes locked on her expression, trying to see if she would have a problem with it.
However Christine White just froze for a second and went back to eating calmly, “It’s fine to fire him, he’s a person that, in and of himself, isn’t fit to work for the company.”
Baird Lane raised an eyebrow in some surprise at her answer, “I thought you would …”
“Thought I’d be offended didn’t you?” Christine White smiled at him.
Baird Lane lifted his chin noncommittally.
Christine White took a sip of her soup and returned, “That’s not so bad, I know exactly what Mick White is, sooner or later he’s going to get fired, and if you fired him, he must have done something.”
“Trust me that much?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.
Christine White nodded, “I know you, you don’t just fire anyone without a reason.”
Baird Lane’s lips curled up moodily, “That’s right, I don’t voluntarily fire anyone without just cause, and I fired Mick White because he was in the company …”
He just Gates reported back.
Christine White listened and sighed, “Then he really deserved it, I never promised to introduce him to a job in the first place, but you still gave …”
“He’s your brother.” Baird Lane flicked his thin lips.
It was for her sake that he gave Mick White a job in the first place.
Christine White naturally understood what he meant by that, and smiled bitterly, “Yeah, he’s my brother, but in the future, I won’t think of him as a brother anymore. ”
During the day, that slap from Mick White had literally knocked her heart, completely cold.
“Wouldn’t think of him as a brother?” Baird Lane’s eyebrows trailed off, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that from now on I’ll just think of him as a stranger.” Christine White explains.
Baird Lane propped his head up, “Can you do it?”
Christine White’s eyelids drooped, “I don’t know, but I’ll try.”
“I hope so.” Baird Lane didn’t quite believe her somehow, but didn’t say so explicitly, lest he blow her off, so he changed the question again, “Do you still think it was your fault about what happened during the day?”