“Will that do?” Christine White asked suspiciously.
Baird Lane nodded.
Christine White saw how sure he was and had to do as she was told, opening several boxes one by one and putting on the jewelry and high heels inside in front of him.
Once she was dressed, she took a breath and looked over at Baird Lane, about to ask him how he was doing now when he suddenly narrowed his eyes before tugging on her wrist and yanking her into his arms.
Christine White was all confused for a few seconds before she reacted and nudged him, “What’s wrong with you?”
Baird Lane didn’t reply, just lowered his head and buried it in the crook of her neck.
When he did, he made Christine White’s body stiffen and she didn’t dare move, so she could only hold him against her with her arms, lest he hold her even tighter and leave her breathless.
“Baird Lane what the hell is wrong with you, talk?” She asked again.
Baird Lane nipped at her neck, “I’m fine, I’m just attracted to you.”
Uh-huh?
Christine White was too staggered to even care about the bite on her neck, dizzily repeating what he had just said, “Attracted?”
“Yeah.” Baird Lane looked up and reached down to lift the hair from her face behind her ear, “I realize now that you can be so beautiful.”
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!
Christine White covered her chest and felt her heart skip a beat.
He … Why is he such a tease?
“What’s wrong?” Baird Lane asked softly as he watched Christine White look slightly rattled.
Christine White’s eyes flickered, not daring to voice her heartfelt feelings, and she could only return, “No … Nothing!”
“Yeah, but I’ve got things to do!” Baird Lane lifted her chin.
Christine White swallowed, “What … What is it?”
“I want you!” Baird Lane said bluntly.
Christine White’s eyes glazed over, “You …”
“What about me?” Baird Lane hooked his lips.
“This is the office!”
“I know, but no one will bother us without my permission.”
With that, he wrapped his arms around her and spun her around, pushing her onto the bed and then leaning down to press …
Three days later, the charity gala.
Christine White, fully dressed, gets out of the car on Baird Lane’s arm.
She stood in front of the hotel and looked up at the hotel sign, her heart inexplicably heavy.
Baird Lane saw she wasn’t leaving and looked at her sideways, “What’s wrong?”
“Baird, I don’t know why, but I’m suddenly so nervous.” Christine White said holding down her chest.
Baird Lane laughed softly, “Nothing to be nervous about, just smile.”
“But I’m not just nervous, I feel uneasy.” Her small face scrunched up.
Baird Lane tightened his smile, “Feeling uneasy?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded.
Baird Lane stroked her head, “I think you’re just too nervous, don’t think about it, let’s go.”
“Maybe.” Christine White forced a smile and followed him into the venue.
It was her first time to attend such a formal and grand banquet, and also with Baird Lane, which made her nervous and at the same time a little excited in her heart.
After all, this charity banquet was not just a banquet for her, it was a stage for her to officially appear in the circle as his wife.
“Come on, I’ll take you to meet some elders.” Baird Lane lifted his chin in one direction.
Christine White looked over, it was a couple of familiar looking old bosses that had been at her wedding to him at one time or another, she still had some memory of them.
“Go.” She nodded in agreement.
The elders were quite kind, Christine White was a little bit shy to face them at first, but she got better later on.
After greetings, Baird Lane was called away by the host of the party, not knowing what he had been called to discuss.
Christine White didn’t ask many questions, and with a glass of red wine in her hand, she walked around the banquet in a bored manner before finding a corner to sit down.
Shortly after sitting down, the seat beside her suddenly dented and someone else sat down beside her as well.
Christine White didn’t bother to see who was sitting down, just assumed it was a guest of the party and didn’t think to say anything in greeting.
Unexpectedly, the visitor instead offered her a greeting, “It’s been a long time, Christine White.”
This voice …
Christine White flinched for a moment, then jerked her head around to look, her face paling as she saw the face of her visitor, “Molly Bort?”
Molly Bort smiled, “You look like you’re scared of me, I thought you’d be happy to see me!”
Christine White gripped her glass tightly and didn’t say anything.
Happy?
How is that possible!
She’d be happy to see anyone but this woman and Leo Bort, and she’d never forget what the father and daughter had stolen from her.
A flash of hatred erupted in Christine White’s eyes at the thought.
This wipe of hatred look Molly Bort stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted to why she would hate after, heart suddenly rose a burst of pleasure, but face but pretend a look of sadness, “Hey … I specially came to see Ms. White you, but look at Ms. White’s appearance, does not seem to welcome me.”
“Why are you here?” Christine White asked coldly, not bothering to pay attention to Molly Bort’s faux pas.
Molly Bort ruffled her hair and smiled a flirtatious smile, “That’s quite a statement Ms. White, if you can be here, why can’t I be here?”
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Christine White pursed her lips, “You know full well I asked how you got back to your country.”
“Baird sent me back, of course.” Molly Bort narrowed her eyes.
“This can’t be right!” Christine White stood up.
Molly Bort followed suit and got up, but her toes were so deformed from dancing since she was a child that she couldn’t wear high heels at all, only flats, so she stood up almost half a head shorter than Christine White.
This half-head height made Molly Bort frown and feel a million times worse, only to feel her aura shorten along with it for no apparent reason.
After she glared fiercely at Christine White, she took two steps backward without a trace, pulling away from Christine White, slightly raising her head with a provocative face, “How is it impossible, you have to know that it’s Baird’s intention for me to leave the country, without his consent, how can I go back to the country. ”
“This …” Christine White choked and couldn’t catch a break.
It is true that Molly Bort and Leo Bort were compelled by Baird Lane to leave the country, and it is true that the father and daughter could not return without Baird Lane’s consent.
But now that Molly Bort is not only back, but also appearing at a charity gala, could it really be Baird Lane’s intention?
She clearly only remembers him saying to bring Leo Bort back or there’s no way to put Leo Bort in jail, but he didn’t say to bring Molly Bort back too.
Seeing that Christine White panicked because of her two or three sentences, Molly Bort hooked her lips in triumph, contempt in her eyes, “Christine White, you really still haven’t grown at all, so stupid, no wonder you were tricked out by a single phone call in the first place.”
“What do you mean?” Christine White’s heart thumped with a sense of foreboding.
Molly Bort looked from side to side and lowered her voice, her tone netting malice, “Meaning, did you think it was just my dad’s idea to kidnap you and then pump your bone marrow to abort your child, I’m telling you, no, it was all my idea, my dad just carried it out for me!”
“What did you say?” Christine White’s pupils plummeted and her face instantly turned white, “This was your note?”
“Nice!” Molly Bort’s smile twisted, “This was all my plan.”
“Why?” Christine White’s grip on her wine glass was deathly tight, as if she was about to crush it.
“Why?” Molly Bort wrapped her arms around herself and grimaced, “I told you once that Baird Lane was mine, and that you’d leave him of your own accord if you knew better, but you wouldn’t listen, and you’re pregnant with Baird’s child, so I’m going to have to give you a hard time.”
“You …” Christine White shuddered at her vitriol and, unable to hold back any longer, raised her hand and slapped it.