Christine White points to the soft tape on his neck and pretends not to know that underneath is a birthmark.
She hadn’t forgotten that Baird Lane had once said that Nigel Lane had been carried away by an enemy of The Lane Family, and possibly groomed by that enemy to be a tool for revenge against The Lane Family.
So she couldn’t ask him directly about the birthmark, she had to make an aside to avoid spooking him.
“You mean this?” Hugh Dong rubbed his neck in the direction Christine White was pointing.
Christine White nodded, “Yes. I didn’t see you put anything on before, but now you’re putting this on, so you’re not really hurt, are you?”
“No injuries, just a not so nice birthmark on it.” Hugh Dong replied lightly.
Christine White nervously gripped the flesh on her thighs, “What kind of birthmark, did you say?”
“What, are you curious?” Hugh Dong narrowed his narrow peach blossom eyes at her.
His pupils were dark, not amber like a normal person’s, but completely black, as if they were a mouthful of swirls, as if they were trying to suck people in.
Christine White looked flustered, fearing that he would see something, hurriedly averted her eyes, and returned with a somewhat stiff expression, “It’s a bit of curiosity, after all, a birthmark growing on the neck is rare.”
“It’s quite rare, but I won’t tell you what it looks like.” Hugh Dong hooked up the corner of his mouth, “Unless you divorce President Lane and stay with me, how about I show you every day? Not just looking at the birthmark, every part of my body, I can show you enough.”
Christine White slid a few black lines down her forehead, “That’s enough out of you!”
Hugh Dong laughed out loud, “Okay, I won’t tease you anymore, the car is through, I should go too, bye!”
He waved his hand and walked away with great style.
Christine White’s small face slowly settled down and looked at his back thoughtfully, her heart very complicated.
He had a birthmark, still red, which perfectly matched Nigel Lane’s features, but she couldn’t be sure, if he was Nigel Lane or not.
“Ma’am, please take your seat, I’m going to drive.” Uncle Luise, the driver in the driver’s seat, suddenly voiced out, interrupting Christine White’s contemplation.
Christine White’s eyes twinkled for a moment as she looked back and rolled the window up, “Okay, drive.”
The car gradually started.
Christine White rubbed her cheeks and had decided in her mind that whether Hugh Dong was Nigel Lane or not, it was worth investigating just because of that birthmark of his.
When she got to the office, she made sure to tell Baird Lane about the discovery.
After all, it was so hard to get a clue about Nigel Lane that she couldn’t just let it go.
Thinking about it, Christine White took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed all kinds of emotions and thoughts in her heart, intending to wait for everything until she got to the company.
By the time she got to the office, however, it was already a good half hour past the start of the workday, which meant that she was honorably late!
The team leader called her into the office and gave her a critical education, and made her write a 500-word review before putting her back.
“Christine, are you okay?” Debby York couldn’t help but lower her voice in concern as she watched Christine White return with her head hanging down.
Christine White shook her head, “I’m fine, my hands are just a little sore from writing the review.”
“And the team leader made you write a review?” Debby York stared in surprise.
Christine White shrugged, “Yeah.”
“So you’re done writing?”
“Can I come back until I finish writing?” Christine White smiled bitterly.
“As well.” Debby York looked her up and down a couple times and then asked, “But why are you late all of a sudden, did something happen?”
“No, just plain traffic on the road.” Christine White turned on her computer, “Okay Debby , stop asking questions and get to work.”
“Okay.” Debby York heard her say that and had to resist the urge to chat, turning her head back to her work.
By noon, as soon as Christine White turned off her computer and didn’t wait for Debby York to ask her where she was eating for lunch today, she immediately got up and dashed out of the large office.
At that speed, Debby York was dumbfounded, and thought she had a fire at home, or why did she leave so quickly, without even saying hello.
In fact, Christine White was indeed in a hurry, and had been from morning until now.
She desperately wants to tell Baird Lane about Hugh Dong having a birthmark on his body, except that she can’t go to him while she’s at work, so these few hours in the morning have been nothing short of torture for her.
She had always hoped that time would move faster so that she could get off work faster, but the more she hoped, the slower it seemed to move.
Now that it was finally time for her to leave work at noon, where could she hold back, so naturally she had to rush to Baird Lane.
Arriving at Baird Lane’s office door, Christine White was about to raise her hand to knock when the door suddenly opened from the inside.
Gates walked out holding a stack of papers and flinched when he saw her, “Ma’am?”
“Is he in there?” Christine White pointed behind him.
Gates nodded slightly when he realized who ‘he’ was in her mouth, “President Lane is in, but President Lane is busy right now, so if you want to eat, ma’am, you’ll have to eat in the adjacent lounge.”
“There’s no rush on dinner yet, I just have something very important to tell him, could you convey to him for me to let me in.” Christine White begged.
“This …”
Just as Gates was in some difficulty, Baird Lane’s voice came from inside, cold and clear, with a hint of weariness, “Gates, who’s out there?”
Christine White made a please gesture to Gates.
Gates sighed and returned truthfully, “President Lane, it’s ma’am, she said she had something to tell you.”
“Let her in.” Baird Lane commanded.
Christine White smiled, and after a quick thank you to Gates, lifted her foot into the office.
Once inside, she smelled a very strong odor of coffee, rather the kind without milk or sugar.
Christine White subconsciously cast a glance toward Baird Lane’s desk, and sure enough, she saw a cup of coffee that was already half-drunk.
Looking at the cup of coffee, Christine White’s small mouth moved, a few puzzles in her eyes.
She clearly remembered that he hadn’t drank coffee for a long time, all he drank was clear tea, why was he drinking it now?
“Gates just said you had something to tell me, what was it?” Baird Lane closed the paper in his hand and looked up toward Christine White.
Christine White eyed him for a few moments before answering, “It’s about your brother.”
He really hadn’t slept all night last night, and there was a faint ring of greenish-blackness below his eyelids, and even the clothes he was wearing were the same ones he hadn’t changed from yesterday.
It was enough to show how urgently he had left this morning, without even returning to his room, and to wonder what on earth had made him so tight.
And this coffee, I’m afraid, is what he uses to refresh himself.
“Nigel?” said Baird Lane, pressing his brow.
Christine White nodded, “Yes, didn’t you say before that your brother had a red birthmark on his neck, now I remember where I’ve seen it before.”
Baird Lane’s holding down of his brow snapped, “What did you say? You remembered?”
“Yes.”
“Who is it?” Baird Lane put his hand down and looked at her urgently.
Christine White tightened her hand and slowly spat out two words, “Hugh Dong!”
Baird Lane looked stunned for a few seconds, thinking he’d misheard, and begged for confirmation again, “Who did you say?”
“Hugh Dong!” returned Christine White.
This time, Baird Lane could no longer convince himself that he had misheard, and he sank his handsome face for a long time before making a sound, “How could it be him?”
“I have a hard time believing it’s him, too, but it’s the truth, and I did see a red birthmark on his neck.”
“So what made you want to get up today?” Baird Lane asked, looking her in the eye.