Christine White nodded subconsciously, “I wanted to get out and see you.”
“Are you sure you’re looking at me and not at whether or not Bess Camp and I are going to get into trouble?” Baird Lane looked down at her.
Christine White rubbed the tip of her nose, “That … All of them, I guess.”
“Meh.” Baird Lane crossed over to her towards the couch, “I’m not above messing with people on occasions like this.”
Christine White’s eyes lit up at that, “So you don’t have …”
“Why didn’t you tell me you met with someone from The Camp Family in the first place?” Baird Lane cut her off.
Christine White scratched her hair, “It’s not that I didn’t tell you, it’s just that I forgot, plus you’ve been so busy the last two days with The Lane Family that I didn’t want to bother you by saying that.”
“It’s not an interruption.” Baird Lane sat down, “The Camp Family is here in C-City to talk to The Lane Family about a partnership.”
“Is that so?” Christine White blinked frostily, “I don’t know, and if I did, I wouldn’t have kept it to myself.”
“All right, pay attention in the future.” Baird Lane pinched his brow, his voice a little low.
“Uh-huh.” She responded with a quick nod and made her way over to him, “You’re not mad at me now?”
She inquired cautiously.
Baird Lane knew she was asking about what had just happened at the venue, and with his eyelids drooping, he returned faintly, “There’s nothing to be angry about.”
He wasn’t going to say that the reason he was angry then was because he was jealous.
“Really not angry?” Christine White was still a little unconvinced.
Baird Lane poured himself a glass of ice water, “Believe it or not, now stop talking, I’ve got a bit of a headache.”
“Headache?” Upon hearing this, Christine White instantly tensed up, not caring whether his so-called not being angry was true or not, and hurriedly jogged to him, examining his face, realizing that his face was indeed a bit not so good, and worrying in her heart.
“Baird, do you have a fever?” Christine White asked while reaching out to touch his forehead.
But touching it down revealed that his forehead wasn’t hot, nothing was wrong with it.
“Could it be that too much alcohol is causing the headache?” Christine White put her hand down and muttered suspiciously.
Baird Lane closed his eyes, “I’m fine, I’ll just rest for a while.”
“How is this going to work, what if something happens, I’d better go out and ask the hotel to get a doctor over.” Saying that, Christine White was about to go out.
Baird Lane grabbed her arm and yanked her onto the couch, “No need.”
“But …”
“Shut up.” Baird Lane told her to shut up again.
But this time the tone was not as harsh and cold as before.
But Christine White still felt a little bad inside because she cared about him.
Instead, he told her to shut up.
“Baird, are you really okay?” Christine White was still uneasy about his condition.
After all, headaches really aren’t trivial.
Baird Lane waved his hand, “It’s fine.”
“Let me give you a massage then, it might feel better.”
As the words left her mouth, she stood up, walked behind the couch, and righted his head, then pressed his temples.
After about ten minutes or so of pressing, she stopped moving slightly and leaned over to look toward Baird Lane.
Baird Lane opened his eyes, “Why don’t you press it?”
“Uh, I just wanted to see if you were better,” Christine White said.
Baird Lane took another sip of water, “Better, you can stop pressing.”
Christine White put her hand down, “Really?”
Baird Lane hmmm’d, then got up from the couch, “I should head out for my Alliance business meeting with them, are you going to wait here for me, or do you want to head back first?”
“I’ll wait here.” Christine White spoke back without thinking.
He’d had so much to drink and had just gotten a headache, she didn’t feel comfortable leaving him alone.
“Then you stay here and don’t go anywhere.” Baird Lane admonished as he straightened the suit he was wearing.
Christine White nodded her head back and forth, indicating that she knew.
Soon Baird Lane was gone and she was alone in the lounge.
She looked around and picked up the remote on the coffee table and turned the TV on, intending to watch it while she waited for Baird Lane to return.
It was a long wait, hours and hours, and sleepiness came over me.
So by the time Baird Lane got back, Christine White had collapsed on the couch and fallen asleep.
He eased his footsteps over to her and stood in front of the couch looking down at her, his brow furrowed in a tight frown.
This woman, who could fall asleep unguarded in a place like this, it was no wonder that she had been kidnapped three times.
It was also fortunate that he was the one who came in, if it had been anyone else, she might be wondering what would have happened to her by now.
It seemed that he would have to teach her how to protect herself as well, especially at a juncture like now.
With a soft sigh at the thought, Baird Lane bent down and scooped Christine White up by the waist and headed out of the lounge.
Back at the villa, it was already two in the morning.
Aunt Lucy hadn’t rested yet and had been waiting for them, leaving the door open for them.
Upon hearing the sound of a car engine coming from outside the villa, Aunt Lucy rushed out to greet them.
“Sir, ma’am this is …” Aunt Lucy watched Baird Lane get out of the car with Christine White in his arms and thought something had happened to Christine White.
But at the sight of Baird Lane’s flat, unruffled expression, she calmed down again.
Seeing how Mr. looks like this, I don’t think anything happened to Mrs..
Sure enough, Baird Lane’s response confirmed her suspicions, “She’s fine, she just fell asleep.”
“In that case, I’ll open the door for you then.” Aunt Lucy first breathed a sigh of relief, then rushed upstairs and helped them open the door to their room.
Baird Lane carried Christine White into the room and laid her gently on the bed, then went to the checkroom and found one of her pajamas out and helped her change into it himself.
After doing this, Baird Lane also can’t hold out a bit, too much wine, he has long been dizzy, but he has been holding back the dizziness not to follow along and fall asleep in order to be able to carry Christine White back.
But now that the man was back in his arms, he didn’t need to be holding on, and after going to the bathroom and washing up a little, he lifted the covers and got in, wrapping Christine White in his arms and going to sleep.
The following day, Christine White was awakened by Aunt Lucy.
When I woke up, it was noon.
She couldn’t imagine that she had slept all at once to Mr. The funny thing was that she didn’t even know when she had fallen asleep last night, she had absolutely no recollection of it, and she wasn’t even sure how she had gotten back.
It wasn’t until Aunt Lucy explained that it was Baird Lane who had carried her back in the middle of the night that she slowly rationalized everything.
“Where’s Baird?” Christine White asked, shaking her somewhat groggy head.
She’d had a drink or two last night as well, and her head was a bit queasy at the moment.
One can only imagine how bad Baird Lane’s head must have felt when he got up after drinking so much last night.
“Mister left early in the morning, but he called back two hours ago and asked if you were up yet ma’am.” Aunt Lucy answered truthfully.
Christine White paused in the act of turning her neck, thinking she’d misheard, and asked again in confirmation, “Called specifically to ask if I was up?”
“Yeah.” Aunt Lucy nodded.
Christine White laughed, “How could he ask that? He’s never had one before.”
“I’m not sure yet, but the gentleman did leave a message.” Aunt Lucy thought back.
Christine White stiffened her back, “What’s the word?”
“Sir said if you’re awake ma’am, go on the official website of The Lane Family Group, there’s a surprise for you.” Aunt Lucy said and handed Christine White her cell phone.
Christine White came to attention and grabbed the phone and unlocked it.
She’d like to see what he called a surprise.