“It’s from a gentleman.” The courier boy replied.
Christine White was staggered, “Which gentleman, what’s his name?”
“Full name is not available, only one surname, Lu!” The courier boy looked at the card and said.
Christine White’s eyes widened in vain, “Lu?”
Of all the people she knew, she knew just two people with the name Lu.
One is the old man and the other is ….. … Baird Lane!
The old man would never have sent her flowers, so the flowers would have to be from Baird Lane?
“Ms. White?” The courier boy saw Christine White wandering off and called out gently to bring her back to her senses.
Christine White smiled shyly, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, but you’d better take this flower quickly.” The courier boy passed the rose bouquet forward.
Christine White looked at the flowers close at hand and tensed up a little.
She opened her fingers and wiped the sweat from her palms on her shirt at her sides again, then took a deep breath before she took the flowers.
The flowers were so heavy, she almost didn’t hold them.
It was good that the delivery boy even took a hand and angled her right so that she could hold it steady.
But the hug was still barely there, and even such a large bouquet of flowers blocked her head so much that she couldn’t even see the road.
So after dropping off the delivery boy, all Christine White could do was close the door with her foot and then keep her head down, looking at the bit of vision at her feet as she headed for the couch.
Walking over to the couch, she crouched her body down and placed the flowers on the coffee table before letting out a long breath.
“Is it so tiring to hold a bouquet of flowers?” Baird Lane closed the book in his hand and looked at her with good humor.
Christine White blushed a little, “The flowers … are from you?”
“Well, what’s the problem?” Baird Lane acknowledged with a nod.
Christine White waved her hand, “No problem no problem, just a little confused as to why you suddenly remembered to give me flowers.”
This was the first time, she had ever received flowers from him.
“Weren’t you just a little upset, I specifically asked Gates and he said that flowers and gifts would cheer a woman up, and that it would be too much of a rush to send a gift on such short notice, so I’ll just have to order a bouquet first.” Baird Lane explained.
Christine White’s little mouth dropped open, “So you sent me these flowers to cheer me up?”
“Something like that.” Baird Lane nodded.
Christine White was speechless, her heart a hundred times mixed, with surprise and sourness.
The surprise is that he’s actually getting the hang of romancing her.
Sourly, I’m afraid she’s not the first person he’s sent flowers to.
Molly Bort probably didn’t charge him much for this before.
“Thinking about what?” Baird Lane couldn’t help but ask as he watched Christine White stare at the roses, her complexion shifting like a palette.
Christine White shook her head, “Nothing, I was looking at the bouquet.”
“Like it?” Baird Lane folded his legs.
Christine White gave two quick nods, “Love it.”
Though mind you he may have sent flowers to Molly Bort before.
But she also could not deceive herself at this moment either, she received the flowers with fondness and was touched by surprise.
“Like it.” Baird Lane turned the book back over.
Christine White looked at him, then at the flowers in front of her, then picked them up and went merrily to her room, not even caring about the scarf she had knitted a little.
The next day, Christine White officially kicked off DayLand working at The Lane Family Group headquarters.
The work atmosphere at the headquarters was more serious than at the branch, making her uncomfortable, and the whole thing was so anxious that she didn’t have a chance to catch her breath until she got off work at noon.
“Christine White,” said the department manager, who suddenly came into the main office at the end of the lunch hour and shouted Christine White’s name at the top of her lungs.
Christine White was discussing what to eat later with Debby York when she suddenly heard the cry and rushed to her feet to respond, “I am.”
“You’re Christine White?” the manager asked, looking her up and down once.
Christine White nodded blankly, “I am.”
“Well then, you come out with me, Assistant Gates is looking for you and says he wants to ask you questions about your previous employment.” The manager said and turned to leave.
Christine White couldn’t think fast enough, and after speaking to Debby York, she quickly chased after her.
By the time he catches up, the manager is gone, and Gates is the only one standing in the hallway, looking at his watch with his wrist up.
“Assistant Gates.” Christine White walked over.
Gates lowered his arm, “There you are.”
“Well, the manager said that you approached me with questions about my previous job.” Christine White looked at him.
Gates rubbed the tip of his nose, “It’s just an excuse to call you out and not be suspected of anything.”
“So you’re not asking me about my job?” Christine White narrowed her eyes.
Gates coughed lightly twice, “Yes, it’s actually President Lane for you.”
“What did he want with me?” Christine White asked suspiciously.
Gates pushes his glasses up and smiles, “I’m not sure about that, let’s go, up to see President Lane.”
With that, he led the way.
Christine White follows close behind.
When they get to the president’s office on the top floor, Gates stops walking and lets her in on her own.
Christine White had no choice but to raise her hand and knock on the door.
“Come in!” Baird Lane’s cool, indifferent voice came through the door.
Christine White pushed her way in, “President Lane, you wanted to see me?”
“Come here.” Baird Lane waved her over.
Christine White walks over and takes up position in front of his desk.
“Are you still comfortable at work?” Baird Lane asked suddenly.
Christine White’s little face scrunched up, “It’s okay, it’s just too fast paced, I’ll try to get used to it.”
“Hmm.” Baird Lane nodded, “Just take your time and get used to it, plus you remember the charity gala I mentioned to you last month, right?”
“Remember.”
“The time is three days from now, so be ready by then.” Baird Lane said.
Christine White was slightly stunned, “Are you going to take me again?”
“You’re my wife, if you don’t take you who will?” Baird Lane was a little puzzled by her question.
“That’s not what I meant.” Christine White knew he had misunderstood herself and lowered her head to explain, “I meant to say that I haven’t learned any manners yet, so won’t you lose face if you let me go?”
“It’s fine, I’ll take care of everything when the time comes, you just keep smiling and talk less.” Baird Lane replied back.
Christine White’s mouth twitched and she didn’t say anything else.
But Baird Lane sprang up, walked around the desk and took her hand, leading her into the break room.
“Change these.” Baird Lane pointed to the bed.
“What are these?” Christine White looked over curiously, only to see a row of gift boxes of different sizes on the wide bed, but they just looked exquisite and luxurious.
“These are the dresses and jewelry I had Gates prepare last night, you wear them to the charity gala with me in three days.” Baird Lane answered her.
Christine White gave a dawning oh-so-subtly, and without further ado, picked up the largest of the gift boxes and opened it, removing the gown inside and heading to the restroom.
After changing out of her gown, she asked him with a slight blush on her little face, “Does it look good?”
Baird Lane nodded as he curbed the brightness in his eyes, “Not bad.”
Her skin was very white, and her shoulders were weaker, through a kind of bone beauty, and then wearing this set of mature little woman style red gown, let her clear face, all more a few points of charm bright.
Christine White was happy to receive Baird Lane’s compliment, but she was still a little unsure, “Does it really look good? But I still feel there is something wrong.”
She tugged at the hem of her skirt, looking a little torn.
“Think it’s wrong?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, I can’t tell.” Christine White shrugs her shoulders.
Baird Lane pursed his lips as he eyed her carefully, surveying her for maybe a few minutes before raising an eyebrow and picking up the gift box on the bed in one piece and shoving it into her arms, “Try all of these on?”