Thinking about it, Christine White could hardly wait, she turned off the kitchen light and rushed upstairs to find Baird Lane in the study.
Coming to the door of Baird Lane’s study, she couldn’t knock, so she had to shout into the door, “Baird.”
Baird Lane’s eyes, which had been on a nap, opened abruptly when he heard her voice and went to check the time on the bottom right corner of his computer, his brow furrowing coldly when he saw that it was already one in the morning, “Come in.”
Christine White placed the tray carefully on the floor and reached for the door.
When the door opened, she bent down to pick up the tray again and walked into his study.
“Are you hungry?” Christine White asked with a smile.
Baird Lane swept a glance at the tray she was carrying, the peak of his eyebrow raised slightly, “Noodles?”
“Yeah.” Christine White nodded.
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “So you stayed up this late to get this going?”
“Well, I was a little hungry, so I went downstairs to get something to eat and cooked you a bowl as well, so eat.” Christine White placed the tray on his desk, then picked up one of the bowls of noodles and pushed it in front of him, looking at him expectantly.
Baird Lane did feel a bit hungry too, so he didn’t refuse and took the chopsticks she handed him, picking a bit of noodles and putting it in his mouth.
“Well?” Christine White inquired nervously when she saw the man eat.
Baird Lane lifted his eyes to look at her, “Not bad.”
“Not bad?” Christine White was a little upset by the answer.
What about the bowl of noodles she made with so much care, and she actually got this comment.
Baird Lane sensed Christine White’s slump and gently put her chopsticks down, “It should be hard to make a bowl of noodles all difficult, shouldn’t it?”
“Hmm?” Christine White froze at first, a little unresponsive, but after a few seconds passed, she understood what was going on and a slow smile spread across her face.
She knew that by that, he meant it tasted good.
Can’t he just say it plainly though, why does he have to beat around the bush.
“Baird, how much longer are you going to be busy?” Christine White pulled a chair over and sat next to him, then picked up another pair of chopsticks as well and started towards another bowl of noodles.
Baird Lane took a sip of his noodle soup, “There’s a little while left, so go back to resting when you’re done.”
“I’ll accompany you.” Christine White said obligingly.
Baird Lane gave her a surprised look, “You’re not sleeping?”
“I can’t sleep, so let me stay here with you, and I’d like to experience what it’s like to work with you.” Christine White looked him in the eye, her eyes showing a few hints of hope.
Baird Lane gave a low chuckle, “Suit yourself then, if you can’t hold out for a while, get your ass back to your room.”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded repeatedly.
Baird Lane stopped talking, lowered his head and quietly continued to eat his noodles.
Seeing this, Christine White also closed her mouth and stopped talking.
For a while, the large study was quiet, with only the sound of sucking and eating noodles bringing a hint of popularity to this study.
After finishing her noodles, Christine White cleared the dishes to one side, then casually picked up a book from Baird Lane’s bookshelf and sat down in a soft chair to read it.
But within a few moments of watching, she began to yawn continuously, her mental state clearly beginning to slip.
Baird Lane looked up at her a few times now and then, seeing the sleepiness written all over her countenance, but she was holding on for dear life and refusing to go back to her room, he was both amused and annoyed.
He didn’t say anything about letting her go back to her room either, he wanted to see how long she could hold out.
Christine White proved to be a disappointment to Baird Lane, and she didn’t last long before she just couldn’t stay up and fell asleep with her head on the arm of the chair.
She was sleeping in an interesting position, all curled up in the chair, a tiny little ball that looked very cute and at the same time a little heartbreaking.
I don’t know if she’s comfortable sleeping like this!
“Stupid woman, still said she accompanied me to work, so this is how she accompanied me, really not dedicated at all!” Baird Lane whispered, then got up and walked over, after looking at Christine White condescendingly for a while, he took off the jacket on his body and covered her body, then picked her up in one hand and went back to the room.
This return, even to himself, was not followed by a return to the study.
The following day, Christine White was awakened by a phone call, her eyes opened to see where the phone was ringing, then she reached out and touched the phone to it, and without looking at the caller ID, she put it directly to her ear, “Hello, who is it?”
Her voice was sticky with obvious sleepiness.
The person on the other end of the line was quiet for a few seconds when they heard it before speaking slowly, “Christine, it’s me.”
“Debby ?” Christine White immediately woke up when she heard the familiar voice and her eyes opened completely, “What’s the matter with you calling so early in the morning?”
“I …” On the other end of the line, Debby York said the word I before abruptly going silent again.
Christine White waited for her for a while, and didn’t hear her make any attempt to speak, so she couldn’t help but get anxious and sit up from the bed, “What’s going on, you tell me.”
“Christine, I …” Debby York blushed a little oddly and gripped her cell phone tightly.
Christine White couldn’t see her strangeness, but could feel she was having a strange day, and her expression became worried, “Did something happen to your aunt and uncle again?”
“No no no, just …”
“Just what, you tell me.” Christine White scratched her head anxiously.
Debby York bit her lower lip in death, her eyes full of struggle and intolerance, but finally she looked in one direction, not knowing what came to her mind, she took a deep breath and her eyes became firm, “Christine, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, how about coming out to see each other?”
“Hmm?” Christine White blinked, “It’s been a while? But we just met two days ago.”
“Gee, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.” Debby York teased.
Christine White was relieved to feel her return to her usual optimism, “If you want to see me, then just say it straight from the start, why are you stammering, causing me to think that something big has happened, scaring me.”
Debby York’s eyes turned sheepishly, “That … Then I’m not joking with you, intentionally let you nervous, care about me a little bit, well, I know wrong, you forgive me, okay?”
“Okay, okay, I forgive you, but I may not be able to come out to see you.” Christine White squeezed her sore neck.
Debby York froze, “Why not?”
“Because my grandfather at my husband’s house is not well and I’m going to a nursing home to be with him, so …”
“Not even for a day?” Debby York interrupted her, her tone seeming urgent.
Christine White was startled for a moment by such a big reaction from her, then frowned her pretty eyebrows, “Debby , you’re really weird today, are you …”
“No, don’t get any ideas.” Debby York interrupted her once more, but her tone returned to its usual, “What’s strange about me, I just thought we hadn’t seen each other in some days and wanted to get together with you, I didn’t realize you didn’t have the time.”
“I’m sorry la, when I have time, I’ll treat you to dinner, okay?” Christine White smiled and made amends.
Debby York was quiet again, and it took a few seconds before she vocalized again, “Christine, I don’t remember ever going to your house to hang out, how about I come over and hang out?”
“Hey?” Christine White was surprised, “Why did you suddenly remember to come to my house?”
“Well the main thing is that I have a gift for you, I was going to give it to you outside and you wouldn’t come out to meet me, so I’ll just have to give it to you at home, don’t worry I won’t hold you up from going to see your grandfather.” Debby York said back.
Christine White thought for a moment, “I see, then I’ll ask my husband and he’ll agree so I can let you come over.”
“Aren’t you the hostess, why do you have to ask your husband?” Debby York asked in disbelief.