Christine White rubbed her eyes, “Not really, it’s just that I drank too much yesterday and I woke up today with a bit of a foggy head, and I’ve just had two more drinks so I’m dizzy again right now, I’m going to go ask Aunt Lucy to help with the sobering up soup.”
With that, she got up and prepared to go to the kitchen.
The result was that just after two steps, his foot was hooked by the foot of the sofa.
She was unprepared, and after a cry of surprise, her body fell forward.
Baird Lane’s pupils constricted slightly at the sight, and he hastily set the glass in his hand down on the coffee table before reaching out and tugging her by the arm.
But the tug was a little late, and by the time it was done, Christine White was already close enough to fall to the ground, so Baird Lane couldn’t make it in time to bring her down with him, and both of them fell in front of the couch, but fortunately there was a carpet in that spot, and it didn’t feel like much of a pain when they fell.
It’s just that Christine White can’t get up from being pinned down by Baird Lane, which makes her feel rather uncomfortable.
“That …” She blushed and nudged the man’s chest, “Can you get up first?”
Baird Lane didn’t move, his dark pupils staring at her intently.
Christine White’s heart skipped a beat at the look in his blazing eyes and her breathing got ragged, “You’re heavy.”
She opened her mouth again.
This time Baird Lane moved slightly, lifting his upper body upwards, but still didn’t stand up, instead bracing his arms on either side of her body, floor thumping her to the ground, “You …”
Before he could say anything, there was a sudden yip behind him.
Baird Lane wrinkled his nose and turned his head to see Aunt Lucy standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at them with a surprised look on her face.
“Aunt Lucy!” cried Baird Lane in a deep voice.
Aunt Lucy looked back, her old face filled with embarrassment, “Ahem … So what, I just came out to get something.”
“Did you take that thing?” Baird Lane asked coldly.
Aunt Lucy’s eyes rolled, “Take it take it, I should be getting back then, you guys carry on Mr. and Mrs. I’ll leave you guys alone lol.”
The words fell out of her mouth and she covered her lips, snickering as she walked away.
Silence resumed in the living room, and Christine White’s little face was red and dripping with blood.
How could she not think that she and Baird Lane in such a posture would actually be watched by Aunt Lucy and laughed at, now she had no face to see others!
Christine White squeezed her eyes shut and raised her hands, covering her face tightly.
Baird Lane saw this and took her hand off her face with one hand, “What’s the point of covering your face?”
“You tell me, Aunt Lucy just saw it all.” Christine White said shyly.
Baird Lane’s mouth quirked, “So what if we saw it, didn’t she say she was leaving, and what’s more, she let us carry on didn’t she?”
“Go on?” Christine White opened her eyes with a jolt, “What do you want?”
“What do you say?” Baird Lane asked rhetorically.
Christine White’s eyes widened, “You want to be here again?”
“And what’s not to like!” Baird Lane returned to her as he reached out and fished for the glass of red wine on the coffee table.
Then, as she watched in disbelief, she tilted her head back and drank from the glass into her mouth.
After drinking it and finishing it, he put the glass back and cupped her chin with the same hand that held it, forcing her to open her mouth, then lowered his head and kissed her, ferrying a little bit of the red wine from his mouth into hers.
“You …” Christine White froze, and after reacting to what he was doing, she was just about to speak when she choked on the red wine in her mouth and coughed.
Baird Lane leaned over to watch her, waiting quietly for her to finish coughing.
When she had almost coughed up, he once again lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, swallowing all the words she was going to accuse him of ferrying her red wine.
This kind of thing, wine, already has the effect of boosting the excitement, coupled with Christine White’s head was already a bit dazed, and then by Baird Lane so flirtatious, how could she withstand, and soon lost her sanity, lifting her hand and wrapping it around his neck.
Sensing that the woman was beginning to respond, Baird Lane, as if encouraged in some way, stopped kissing her so gently, increased his intensity slightly, and became more forceful.
Gradually, the atmosphere in the living room is more and more charming, not long after, the ground clothes also scattered all over the place, followed by some reverie sound also resounded in the air …
The next day.
Christine White got out of Baird Lane’s car and waved at him before getting ready to leave.
But she hadn’t gone more than a few steps when Baird Lane suddenly stood in front of the elevator and called out to her, “From now on, you’ll eat in my office at lunch.”
“Huh?” Christine White froze slightly, and before she could ask why, Baird Lane was already in the elevator, closing the door behind him.
Helplessly, she could only swallow back the words she hadn’t said.
If you eat at his place for lunch, you can eat there. It’s good to save a few bucks.
With that thought, Christine White hummed her way into the other elevator and headed for the planning department.
Debby York looked her up and down as soon as she saw her, then rubbed her chin and snickered, “Yo, flushed, looks like you weren’t moisturized last night.”
As soon as Christine White heard this, her little face turned incredibly red, “What are you talking about!”
“Looks like I hit the nail on the head?” Debby York hemmed and hawed.
Christine White slapped her in the face without a smile, “Okay, hurry up and turn on your computer, it’s time to go to work.”
“Yes yes yes.” Debby York hung back and nodded.
The morning’s work always flew by, and by noon, Christine White declined a request to have lunch with Debby York, then snuck up to the top floor of the building on her own, avoiding everyone else, to go find Baird Lane.
Arriving at the door of the president’s office, Christine White raised her hand and was just about to knock when she realized that the door was actually half-covered, not completely closed, and that there were faint cries coming from inside.
Wait, crying?
What’s with the crying in Baird Lane’s office?
Curiosity rising in Christine White’s odd heart, she bent down slightly and pressed her ear to the crack in the door, intending to eavesdrop.
Instead, she ended up hearing a surprised and unexpected voice.
It’s Molly Bort!
Why is she here?
Christine White’s heart was a little sour, and she subconsciously bit her lower lip tightly.
At this moment, she was no longer satisfied with just eavesdropping as simple as that, she quietly pushed the door inward, pushing the gap wider, so that she could see what was going on inside through the gap.
Just see Molly Bort wearing a white dress standing in front of Baird Lane’s desk, is talking about something, while saying also huffing and puffing and crying pearly rain so pitiful.
“Baird, I’m begging you, leave my dad alone, I know you hate us for doing that, but it was my idea, if you really want revenge, then get it on me …”
“What I mean, I made it clear on the phone yesterday didn’t I, so why should you beg me yourself?” Baird Lane said coldly.
Molly Bort’s little face went white and almost transparent, “Baird, are you really that heartless and desperate?”
“I’m not the one who’s ruthless and desperate, it’s you guys, and didn’t you show no mercy when you did it, so how come when it’s my turn now, it’s me who’s ruthless?” Baird Lane taunted.
Molly Bort took two steps back in shock, “But it’s been so long, can’t we just let it go? I’m willing to get down on my knees and apologize to Miss White, Baird, just let my father go, he’s a man of his age and I can’t imagine what will become of him in jail, not to mention the fact that he’s still needed at The Bort Family’s company.”
Overhearing this, Christine White rolled her eyes in disdain.
Kneel and apologize?
If kneeling down and apologizing can make up for everything, what’s the point of having a law?