Baird Lane pursed his lips, “I can’t tell you now, you’ll find out later, hurry up and get cleaned up and rested.”
With that, he turned to leave.
Christine White looked longingly at the spot where he had just stood, and sighed half-heartedly as she resumed her shuffling.
She wasn’t sure if what he had just said was true or not, but she was certainly comforted a bit inside.
She was even thinking that she could care less about the way he’d taken care of Molly Bort tonight, as long as he sent her away tomorrow.
After washing up, Christine White went to her room.
The big lights in the room had been turned off, and only a small lamp at the foot of the bed remained on.
Christine White looked over to where the bed was and Baird Lane was already in bed asleep.
She wasn’t surprised that he fell asleep so quickly; after all, he hadn’t rested in a day and a night, which showed how tired he was.
“Hey …” Sighing, Christine White eased her footsteps over and lifted the covers to climb into bed.
What she didn’t expect was that as soon as she lay down, a large hand reached out and wrapped around her waist, encircling her in his arms.
“You weren’t asleep?” Christine White asked, stiffening in surprise.
Without opening his eyes, Baird Lane just spoke back to her, “Fast asleep.”
The laziness of his voice carried a very obvious sleepiness.
Christine White heard it and hurriedly lowered her own voice, “Oh, go to sleep then, I won’t bother you.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane responded, not speaking.
Christine White nestled dutifully in his arms and didn’t move, only keeping her two big eyes open and blinking every now and then.
I don’t know how long it took, but there was the sound of rhythmic breathing overhead.
Christine White slowly raised her head and surreptitiously surveyed the man’s sleeping face.
The man’s face was so perfect that even the heavy dark circles under his eyelids, and the faint circle of blue color on his chin, did not in any way spoil his handsomeness, but rather added a bit of vicissitude to his handsomeness.
In a nutshell, it was that the man was completely the most elaborate masterpiece of the heavens, never showing the slightest hint of wretchedness no matter what, and always so absorbing.
How was it that she hadn’t first been awed by this face of his in the first place and fallen in love at first sight.
So at this moment, facing this face, or such a tired face, she can’t complain about his behavior tonight, but instead, she is still a little heartbroken for him, and I don’t know if he has solved the matter of the company yet!
Thinking about this, Christine White let out a bitter laugh and murmured, “What a grievous …”
From the moment she fell in love with him at first sight, she was also destined to lose to him, it is said that the first to fall in love with the first to lose, she is now not so …
As for what would happen in the future, she hadn’t dared to think about it further since the last time Molly Bort had reappeared at the charity party.
At this moment, Christine White’s inner uncertainty and apprehension, even the clear eyes, also revealed a few points of confusion about the future, these kinds of emotions are intertwined, tormented her sleepless, so that the next day, she got up early, up earlier than Baird Lane.
Aunt Lucy could not believe her eyes when she saw her coming downstairs, “Ma’am, why don’t you get some more sleep?”
Christine White yawned, “Couldn’t sleep, so I simply got up, how’s that one going?”
She pointed in the direction of the upstairs guest room.
Aunt Lucy skimmed her lips, “I went to check on her when I got up, the fever had gone down, she just didn’t wake up.”
“So.” Christine White nodded in understanding.
Aunt Lucy poured her a cup of hot water, “Is mister still awake?”
“No, he hasn’t rested all day and night, so it’s good to let him get some more sleep.” Christine White replied back as she took the glass of water.
Aunt Lucy sighed heartily, “Also, with the group being so big, Mr. gets up early every day and hardly ever sleeps more than seven hours, it hurts me to watch.”
Christine White smiled and didn’t answer, sipping silently from her glass.
Aunt Lucy sat down beside her, “By the way ma’am, did you ask mister last night when he was going to get rid of that woman.”
“No, but he mentioned it himself, I think it’s today.” Christine White added with some uncertainty.
Aunt Lucy, however, believed it and nodded in satisfaction, “That’s good, I don’t want that woman here for another day, it feels like the air stinks.”
Hearing this, Christine White burst out laughing, “Aunt Lucy, you’re so cute.”
“Oh, thank you ma’am for the compliment, ma’am, you sit down for a while, I’ll go to the kitchen to fry two eggs, you can have breakfast in a while.” Aunt Lucy gets up and heads to the kitchen.
Christine White finished her water, grabbed the remote on the coffee table and turned the TV on, then flopped down on the couch and watched in boredom.
After watching for a while, the doorbell in the foyer suddenly rang.
Christine White paused the TV and got up and went over to open the door.
The man standing outside the door is Gates.
Gates raised his eyebrows a little in surprise when he saw it was her who opened the door, but quickly adjusted his mindset and greeted her calmly, “Good morning, ma’am.”
“Good morning.” Christine White nodded, then sidestepped to make way, “Assistant Gates, please come in.”
“Excuse me.” Gates nodded and changed his shoes to enter the villa.
Christine White poured him a glass of water, “Are you here to see Baird?”
“Yes.” Gates thanked him, took the glass of water in both hands and set it aside, inquiring, “Is President Lane still up?”
“No, if you’re looking for him for something urgent, I’ll go up and get him.” Christine White said, about to get up and go upstairs.
Gates stopped her, “Ma’am don’t bother, it’s not that important, I’ll just wait.”
“That’s fine.” Christine White sat back again.
She can’t wait to not use it.
After all, she had wanted Baird Lane to sleep more.
Gates couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw how dryly Christine White had given up on the idea of calling Baird Lane down, “Mrs. … Still true in ah.”
“I thought you said you didn’t need it, are you lying to me?” Christine White squinted at him.
Gates coughed awkwardly, “No, no, I’m not lying to you, it’s just that I was wondering how long it would take President Lane to get up in case he delayed his flight …”
“Wait, did you say airplane?” Christine White interrupted, “You mean Baird is going away?”
“Didn’t President Lane tell you?” Gates froze.
Christine White shook her head, “No, so what the hell is going on here, Assistant Gates, please tell me.”
“That … I can’t say, President Lane, since he didn’t tell you, I can’t cross him, so …”
“There’s nothing you can’t say, tell her.” Baird Lane’s cool voice came from the direction of the stairs, still with a sense of huskiness after the first awakening, sounding very provocative, making people’s bones crunch.
Christine White rubbed the goosebumps on her arms and looked around at the sound “You’re awake.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered, straightening his cuffs as he eased down the stairs.
Gates saw him approach and hurriedly got up from the couch, giving him his place.
Baird Lane sat down and looked at Christine White and spoke, “I’m going on a trip out of the country, I was going to tell you last night but so much happened last night it slipped my mind for a moment.”
“That’s fine, but what are you doing out of the country?” Christine White asked.
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Go find Owen Dong, I want to meet him in person.”
“You mean you want to ask him yourself about whether Hugh Dong is your brother?” Christine White rounded her eyes in surprise.
Baird Lane shook his head slightly, “No, he definitely won’t say anything if you ask him directly, so I’m just visiting him this time to find out what kind of person he really is, and to test the waters.”
“So.” Christine White let out a dawning oh, with a slightly worried expression.
Baird Lane looked at her, “What happened to you?”