Baird Lane pursed his lips and didn’t say anything.
Frankly, he remains dissatisfied.
With this volume, this tone of voice, she made it clear that she wasn’t even calling out to his husband from the bottom of her heart, but rather accomplishing a task.
But look at how nervous she is, that’s all …
Baird Lane rolled over and got out of bed and stood beside it with a soft sigh, “It’s okay, yell often from now on.”
“Huh?” Christine White sat up.
Baird Lane straightened the wrinkled shirt on his body, “Since you’re not used to calling me that, you’ll get used to it a few more times in the future, won’t you?”
The corner of Christine White’s mouth twitched.
So that’s what he was playing at.
“All right, let’s go.” Baird Lane straightened his clothes and headed for the door of his room.
Seeing this, Christine White hurriedly put on her shoes that had fallen to the ground and stomped after him.
After the meal, Baird Lane went to the study as usual.
Christine White sits on the couch in the living room, watching TV and knitting a scarf.
Aunt Lucy came over with a glass of milk and placed it gently at her heels before her eyes fell on the scarf she was holding.
“Ma’am, this fancy, and this color, doesn’t suit you, does it?” Aunt Lucy couldn’t help but reach up and lift one end of the scarf and bring it to her heel for a closer look.
Christine White smiled enigmatically, “Well, I’m not knitting for myself.”
“Not for yourself?” Aunt Lucy froze, then thought of something and pointed upstairs, “That’s for …”
“Shhh!” Christine White hurriedly put up a finger to her mouth and shushed twice, “Keep it down Aunt Lucy.”
Aunt Lucy smiles understandingly and nods, lowering her voice, “I see, ma’am has a heart.”
Christine White lowered her head in some embarrassment, “I don’t have much money, and I can’t buy any expensive gifts for him, so I’ll just have to put more effort into it, I hope he won’t mind.”
“No, it’s hand knitted by you ma’am, how could mister dislike it.” Aunt Lucy waved her hand, signaling her not to worry.
Christine White hmmm’d and admonished, “Aunt Lucy, don’t you dare tell him that the scarf was a birthday present for him, he’s always thought I knitted it for myself.”
“Don’t worry ma’am, I won’t tell.” Aunt Lucy assured as she patted her chest.
Christine White rolled her somewhat stiff neck, “Thank you Aunt Lucy then.”
“Thanks for nothing ma’am, you keep knitting, I’ll bring tea up for mister.” Aunt Lucy said and went back to the kitchen.
Christine White picked up the milk and took a sip, then went back to her work with her head down.
But after a few minutes of being busy, the cell phone on the coffee table suddenly buzzed.
Christine White stops her hands and probes, and the words Mick White are bouncing across the screen over and over again.
“Why is he calling?” She couldn’t help but frown and mutter, but didn’t bother to pick up her cell phone to answer it.
Not to mention the fact that she hadn’t forgotten the slap from last time, but now, she was really scared in her heart, afraid that she was here to ask for money again.
The White Family , after all, almost never reached out to her except to ask for money.
It might be the same this time, except for one thing she couldn’t figure out, Baird Lane had already warned The White Family last time about contacting her and asking for money or else he’d put Mick White in jail, but now that Mick White was calling, wasn’t he afraid that Baird Lane would actually put him in jail?
Thinking about this, Christine White pursed her small lips, and as soon as she grabbed her cell phone, she cut the call off and turned it off.
So much so, that Mick White could never fight his way back in.
That way not only would she not hear him ask her for money, Baird Lane wouldn’t know he’d called.
She’s doing this, and she’s kind of saving him for once.
“I hope you can understand my good intentions.” Christine White tugged at the corner of her mouth, tossed the phone away without further thought, and continued to mind her own business in peace.
After working until eleven-thirty, she stood up and moved her sore shoulders before heading upstairs to rest.
The next day, instead of going to the office, Baird Lane drove Christine White to a hotel owned by The Lane Family to teach her how to set up the venue for the business league.
The layout of the venue is not really as simple as just decorating it, but in addition to decorating it, it also involves a lot of other aspects to pay attention to.
Criteria for wine selection, dessert diet, and seating arrangements, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc., etc.
In order not to embarrass The Lane Family, or Baird Lane, Christine White learns very hard.
She followed Baird Lane around with a pen and notebook, taking notes on almost everything he said.
Baird Lane didn’t discourage her when he saw how hard she was trying, and even deliberately slowed down his speech so that she could keep up with him.
“That’s pretty much it, the rest of the details will be taken care of by the hotel’s decorators, they’re all professionals, you don’t have to worry about it, you just need to keep in mind what I’ve just told you about not making any mistakes.” Baird Lane tugged the tie around his neck and said to Christine White.
His voice was a little raspy after all that talk.
Christine White hurriedly brought him a glass of water, “I know, I’ll keep an eye on it.”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane answered, tilting his head back and sipping slowly from his glass.
Christine White looked at the knot in his throat that went up and down with the movement of drinking water, only to find it very provocative, and for a moment, she couldn’t help but look mesmerized.
Baird Lane sensed the straight look in her eyes and lowered his head towards her, seeing the confusion in her eyes he raised an eyebrow slightly before reaching up and flicking her forehead, “What are you looking at?”
“To see you look good.” Christine White subconsciously replied back.
Baird Lane’s mouth quirked, “Really, I’ll let you get back to it tonight.”
Christine White’s little face turned red when she reacted to the meaning of his words, “You …”
Before she could finish her sentence, she was suddenly interrupted by a cell phone ringing.
Christine White eyes Baird Lane’s suit pocket.
Baird Lane frowned and held his cell phone out before putting it to his ear to answer, “Hello.”
“President Lane, the men have been moved to the basement, when are you coming over?” Gates’ voice came from the other end of the line.
A dark aura swept across Baird Lane’s deep eyes, “Be right there.”
The phone hung up and he put it away and looked at Christine White, “You stay over here and familiarize yourself with the venue, I have something to do to get back to the office, I’ll pick you up this afternoon.”
“Okay, go ahead.” Christine White waved him goodbye.
Baird Lane hmmm’d and lifted his feet to leave the hotel.
The Lane Family Group, in the parking lot.
Baird Lane pulled up and Gates came over and opened the door for him, “President Lane.”
“Lead the way.” Baird Lane flung out two words coldly.
Gates nodded slightly before making a gesture of invitation.
Baird Lane followed him into the basement of the parking lot.
The basement was dark and cold, and seemed a little eerie.
White fatherthe White’s mother was so frightened by the whole situation that her face was green and white.
But the moment they saw Baird Lane, it was as if they had seen a lifesaver, and they rushed to reach out and try to touch him.
Baird Lane took a step straight back to avoid their outstretched hands.
But White fatherthe White’s mother didn’t care, after all, their main concern right now, could they get out of this hellhole.
“Son-in-law, have you come to our rescue?” the White’s mother looked excitedly at Baird Lane.
Father White didn’t say anything, but his eyes were the same as THE White’s mother.
Baird Lane swept coldly over them, then sat down in the chair Gates had brought and spat out slowly, “I had you brought here.”