Molly Bort was speechless, her mouth opening several times before she managed to make a sound, “But … But it’s been so long, for the sake of our former friendship, can’t you just cut us some slack?”
“Affair?” Baird Lane pronounced the words playfully, “Do we have a fling? And even if we did, it would be one-sided on my part, while you’ve always taken advantage of my feelings haven’t you?”
“No …” Molly Bort’s expression got vain and her voice got much smaller, “I’m not using you, I used to be serious with you.”
Christine White, who had been standing silently on the stairs watching the show, heard this and suddenly couldn’t listen any longer, coughing lightly twice she spoke, “Ms. Molly Bort, I advise you not to play the sentimental card, no matter what you say, my husband won’t change his mind about letting your father go and to say that for the sake of previous friendship, I think my husband has already done it.”
The sound of a husband was like a feather brushing against Baird Lane’s heart, setting off a considerable turmoil within him, and even a surge of joy, which caused him to look at her with blazing eyes.
The scene fell on Molly Bort’s eyes, which only stung and made her want to break Baird Lane’s gaze so that he could only look at her that way.
But reason held her back and she only spoke coldly, “Christine White, what do you mean?”
Christine White smiled faintly and lifted her foot to walk down the stairs, coming to a stop beside Baird Lane and taking his arm affectionately, “I mean, my husband’s already looking at your past friendship as a favor by not letting you go to jail with your father as well, so I’d advise you to settle down a bit before you fold yourself into it as well. ”
“You …” Molly Bort glared angrily.
How could she not hear that Christine White was being deliberately sarcastic.
“Christine White, who do you think you are to talk here?” Molly Bort pointed at Christine White in annoyance.
Christine White’s lips curved and she was about to open her mouth to retort when Baird Lane suddenly pulled her behind him, “She’s my wife, don’t you think?”
The implication is that my wife, naturally, is entitled to speak!
Molly Bort looked at Baird Lane incredulously, “Baird you actually defended her?”
Likewise, Christine White was a little surprised by Baird Lane’s move.
But more than that, I’m glad.
After all, he defended Molly Bort to her face like few, few others.
“I’m not speaking in her favor, but I deserve to be toward her.” Baird Lane indifferently swept a glance at Molly Bort and added: “What Christine White said just now is also what I want to say, I have already spared you for the sake of the past by not letting you go to jail, so you’d better cherish it, and don’t come back to me again to release Leo Bort in the future, you can go now! ”
He gave his expulsion order.
Molly Bort shook her head with red eyes, “No, I’m not leaving, I came here for my dad, and I’m not leaving until you say yes.”
“You threaten me?” Baird Lane’s face went cold.
Christine White raised an eyebrow, why did this scene look so familiar?
“Baird, I’m not threatening, I’m begging you, I’m begging you to let my dad go.” Molly Bort reached out and tried to grab Baird Lane’s arm.
Baird Lane ducked right out of the way and said with a grimace, “No way!”
“Can’t I get down on my knees and beg you?” Molly Bort cried out sharply.
Baird Lane remained unmoved, “I told you, no matter what you do, I’m not letting Leo Bort go, so if you want to kneel, you can.”
“Yes!” Molly Bort looked at him with a determined look on her face, then headed for the cottage gate.
Christine White looked in the direction she had left, then at Baird Lane, who wasn’t looking too well, and asked with a somewhat subtle expression, “Baird, do you think she left, or did she actually go out on her knees?”
“I don’t know.” Baird Lane spat out three words coldly.
Christine White was a little uneasy, “Why don’t I go out and check it out.”
“No!” Baird Lane pulled her back without her.
Christine White looked at his hand, “But … what if she does kneel?”
“Then let her kneel.” Baird Lane said.
Christine White bit her lip in a tangle, “So you’re not afraid of her getting on her knees?”
Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled for a moment without speaking.
Christine White knew he still cared when she saw him like this, and her heart couldn’t help but sour.
“Baird, you’d better go and see, if she does kneel, you let her up.” Christine White advised him.
Of course, she wasn’t concerned about how Molly Bort was doing.
She was just worried that in case Molly Bort really kneed something, the people in this villa area, would look at the joke.
“No need.” Once again, Baird Lane rejected Christine White’s admonition.
Christine White shrugged her shoulders when she saw how insistent he was and said no more.
Just don’t use it.
Anyway, if the sky was falling, there was still him to take care of it, so what was she worrying so much about.
With that in mind, Christine White pulled her hand back from Baird Lane and changed the subject by asking, “Baird, have you eaten yet?”
“Eat.” Baird Lane nodded, then looked at her with a few hot moments in his dark eyes, “You …”
“Hmm?” Christine White blinked in confusion, “What’s wrong with me?”
“What did you just call me?” Baird Lane asked her.
Without thinking, Christine White subconsciously replied, “Ah Baird.”
“Not that one, the one you just called me in front of Molly Bort.” Baird Lane corrected.
“The one you called in front of Molly Bort?” Christine White cocked her head in thought, then remembered something and her little face turned a little red, “I … I forgot!”
“Did you really forget, or did you deliberately not want to answer me?” Baird Lane lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.
Christine White couldn’t avoid it even if she wanted to, so she could only say back stiffly, “I … I really forgot.”
“Yeah. ” Baird Lane leaned over slightly and brought his face to hers, close, so close that she could feel his burning breath.
“Need I remind you? You just called me your husband.” Baird Lane said.
And the word husband, which he had deliberately politely elongated, was bone-chilling to hear.
Christine White’s little face grew redder and redder, “I … I also yelled that on purpose to piss off Molly Bort.”
“But I think that’s a good call.” Baird Lane looked at her, “Call it again.”
“Huh?” Christine White looked up in surprise, as if she thought she’d heard wrong.
Baird Lane said it again, “Call your husband again.”
“Don’t.” Christine White was a little embarrassed.
She called him her husband, never just in her mind, or when he wasn’t around.
But never to his face, which made it really a bit hard for her to scream.
“Why don’t you, when I tell you to scream, you have to scream or I’ll kiss you.” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes threateningly.
Christine White stiffened and looked at him incredulously.
He actually played the bum!
“Come on!” Baird Lane urged.
Christine White took a deep breath, squeezed her small hands together, and with difficulty spat out two words, “Old … Husband.”
Her voice was small, but it was loud enough to be heard.
Baird Lane also knew that she must be very uncomfortable when she called him that for the first time in front of him, so he didn’t mean to push her too far, satisfied, he put his hand on her head and rubbed it, “Not bad, that’s how we’ll call it from now on, well, get some rest for yourself, I’m going upstairs to work on something.”
When he finished, he drew his hand back and turned to go upstairs.
After he left, Christine White took a long breath, and the feeling of shyness and embarrassment in her heart only began to fade away.
But he had just said that she should call him her husband from now on.
Does he like that name much?