Baird Lane glanced at her faintly, “Alright, this is my business, you don’t have to worry about it, if you have nothing better to do, go to the nursing home and take care of grandpa starting tomorrow.”
“I know.” Hearing him mention the old man, Christine White nodded in response.
Gates, seeing how much better the atmosphere was between the two, stood up with a light cough, “President Lane, I’ll take my leave then.”
Baird Lane hmmm’d.
Gates smiled again at Christine White and then left the villa.
After he left, Aunt Lucy put away her computer and inquired, “Sir, ma’am, is it time for dinner?”
Christine White froze and looked at Baird Lane in surprise, “You haven’t eaten?”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “I’ve been looking for you, where did I find time to eat?”
What’s more, how could he be in the mood to eat if he couldn’t find her.
Christine White heard Baird Lane’s words and felt more or less apologetic, “It was my fault, I won’t be so impulsive next time, I’m sorry.”
“Well, let’s eat.” Baird Lane stood up and headed for the dining room.
Christine White looked at Aunt Lucy.
Aunt Lucy smiled at her, “Come along ma’am.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White tugged at the corners of her lips and nodded.
After dinner, Baird Lane went upstairs.
Christine White stayed in the living room for a while, reading a design book, and was ready to go upstairs to rest as well.
She returned to her room and was just about to open the door when she realized that there was a bright light faintly revealed underneath the doorway.
She was surprised for a moment, then she twisted the door open and walked in, and when she saw the man sitting on the bed with a tablet, she asked suspiciously, “You weren’t busy in the study today?”
“Nothing today, go take a shower.” He looked over.
Christine White came into contact with his eyes and instantly thought of that same look he had given her earlier in the living room, and her little face instantly turned red and dripping with blood.
“I … I know.” Christine White picked at her nails and took a step toward the bathroom.
By the time she got out of the shower, it was an hour later.
Baird Lane is no longer looking at his tablet, but is wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and leaning over his bed reading a book on economics.
“You …” She pointed to the glasses on his face in mild surprise, wanting to ask something.
Baird Lane interrupted her by closing the book, “Come here.”
Christine White collected her fingers and walked over.
Baird Lane placed the book at the foot of the bed, then reached out and yanked her onto the bed by the wrists and rolled over, pinning her down.
“Help me take off my glasses.” He looked down at her with a dark gaze.
Christine White, giddy from his look, obediently removed his glasses for him, “Why are you wearing these all of a sudden, I’ve never seen you wear them before.”
“I’ve been reading a lot of papers the past few days and my eyes are a little astigmatic.” Baird Lane returned casually and took the glasses from her and tossed them aside.
…
The night, it’s still long.
When she woke up the next day, Christine White just felt like she was falling apart, even at her ribs, which were a little less comfortable.
She sighed darkly as she rubbed her ribs against the pain.
I also wonder if the newly grown ribs are misaligned.
“Ma’am.” There was a sudden knock at the door of the room accompanied by Aunt Lucy’s inquiry, “Are you awake?
Christine White responded by releasing her hand on her ribs, “Up.”
“I’m coming in then.” Aunt Lucy said, pushing the door open and coming in.
Christine White hastily wrapped the covers around herself, “Aunt Lucy what’s wrong this early?”
Aunt Lucy snickered when she saw her look, “It’s still early, it’s almost noon, just now the old master’s side called and asked when you’re going over.”
“It’s noon?” Christine White was surprised for a second, then calmed down and returned, “Then I’ll pack up and head over right away.”
“There’s no rush.” Aunt Lucy picked up the clothes on the floor and slung them over her arm, “We can go after dinner, ma’am get up.”
“Okay, I get it, then Aunt Lucy you go out first.” She snuggled the covers tighter around her.
Aunt Lucy smiled and nodded, “Fine, fine, I’ll go out I’ll go out.”
She went out cheerfully.
The door to the room slammed back shut and Christine White let out a big breath as she loosened the covers from her body.
How embarrassing. Aunt Lucy must be laughing at her inside.
At the thought, Christine White shook her head and let out a bitter laugh, then lifted the covers and went to the bathroom.
After washing up and going downstairs, Aunt Lucy had already prepared her lunch and put it on the table.
Christine White walked over and sat down, “Aunt Lucy, when did Baird leave?”
Aunt Lucy was serving her soup when she heard her words and replied back, “It’s been a long walk, I think it was after ten in the morning.”
Christine White took a bite of her rice, “So he left pretty late, doesn’t the company matter?”
“I heard sir say that he’s not going to the office today, as if he’s going to bid on that land on the North Shore.” Aunt Lucy placed the soup in front of her.
Christine White picked it up and took a sip, “The land? So he decided to buy it after all?”
“Is it okay not to buy it, the villa area always needs to be built.” Aunt Lucy said with a smile.
Christine White shook her head, “That’s not what I meant, what I meant is that at the last business alliance meeting, Baird didn’t have a very good talk with that Mr. Wang, I thought he would give up on that land, but I didn’t realize that he still decided to buy it.”
“That I know.” Aunt Lucy sat down across from her.
Christine White looked at her curiously, “You know?”
“Yeah, Assistant Gates came over this morning as well and said that other than the North Shore lot, all the other lots that Mr. is looking at are basically going to be condemned by the state to build some kind of large public place, I didn’t hear much about it specifically, anyway.” Aunt Lucy spelled out what she had heard at the time.
Christine White pondered for a few seconds before lamenting, “So that’s it, no wonder Baird suddenly changed his mind, so this is the only land left, but I find it strange.”
“What’s strange?” Aunt Lucy asked.
Christine White put down her chopsticks, “It’s those lands ah, even if the country wants to expropriate them, how can they all be expropriated at once, those lands are not in the same place, and the country shouldn’t be able to build so many public places at once at the same time, that’s why I find it strange, and I also think it’s too much of a coincidence.”
“Listening to you, ma’am, it seems like quite a coincidence that the state expropriated those lands, not at other times, but had to do it at this time.” Aunt Lucy stroked her chin in agreement.
Christine White pursed her lips, “So it’s almost as if someone left that North Shore lot specifically for Baird to bid on.”
“In that case … Mrs. This should not have any conspiracy, right?” Aunt Lucy asked with trepidation.