Baird Lane ignored her and got up to go upstairs.
Christine White isn’t annoyed, and can be goofy all by herself.
Aunt Lucy came over after she finished her own business and was still a bit puzzled when she saw her sitting on the sofa giggling, “Ma’am, what’s wrong with you?”
Christine White looked up at Aunt Lucy and couldn’t hide the joy in her eyes, “Baird agreed.”
“Agree to what?” Aunt Lucy wondered.
Christine White rubbed her stomach and replied, “He agreed to go with me for IVF when all this is over with me.”
“Really?” Aunt Lucy was startled.
Christine White nodded, “It’s true.”
Aunt Lucy smiled in surprise, “This is really good news, ma’am, you should also tell this to his lordship tomorrow, so that he will be happy, and maybe the chances of his surgery will be much more successful.”
“Uh, I will.” Christine White responded.
“Where’s Mr.?” Aunt Lucy asked again as she looked around.
Christine White gestured upstairs, “Should have gone to the study.”
“In that case, then ma’am, you should go up and rest too, it’s getting late.”
“I’ll wait a while while I finish the remaining pages.” Christine White fished a design book off the coffee table and shook it.
Aunt Lucy nodded, “That’s fine then ma’am, I’m heading back to my room.”
“Well, good night.” Christine White returned as she flipped open her design book.
Aunt Lucy is gone, leaving her alone in the living room.
The living room was quiet, with only the sound of shallow breathing, and the sound of turning the pages of a book.
And I don’t know how long it took Christine White to finally finish the book.
After reading it, she rolled her stiff neck and looked toward the large pendulum clock in the corner, only to realize that it was almost twelve o’clock.
It’s late, and I wonder if Baird Lane’s finished.
With that in mind, Christine White put the book back and got up to go upstairs.
When she reached the upstairs, she first cast a glance in the direction of the study and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when she saw that it was dark and no light was revealed.
There’s no one in the study. So, he’s gone to his room?
Christine White hurriedly withdrew her eyes and turned to the door of the room, and, to her surprise, there was light under the doorway.
Why is he done so early tonight?
Christine White thought in wonder as she wrenched the door open.
Baird Lane heard the commotion and looked toward her, “Back?”
Christine White nodded, “Well, you’re early today.”
“Nothing’s wrong, go take a shower.” Baird Lane tossed her something.
The object came to Christine White in a parabola, and Christine White caught it with her hands and feet, only to realize that it was actually her nightgown.
He actually helped her with her pajamas!
Christine White eyed Baird Lane strangely for a few moments, and Baird Lane frowned slightly when he saw her standing still, “What are you still standing there for, why don’t you go!”
“Oh, I’m on my way.” Christine White came back with a jolt and headed for the bathroom.
By the time she got out of the shower, the lights in her room had been turned off, and only the small lamp above her bed was still on.
The dim light only barely illuminated the room, and Christine White looked toward the bed in general as she brushed her hair.
The man on the bed was already lying down, his eyes closed tightly, seemingly asleep, and his breathing was still much more ragged than usual, so that when one heard it, one could hear the exhaustion it contained.
Not only had so much happened in the past two days, but it had been extraordinarily mentally taxing, and she wasn’t at all surprised that Baird Lane would be so tired.
Because she knew that in the whole The Lane Family, the one who was the most tired, the one who was the most stressed, was actually him.
After drying her hair, Christine White tiptoed over to the bed and stood there for a few moments staring at Baird Lane without moving.
Looking at the blue-blackness below his eyelids, she couldn’t help but sigh, “Hey …”
Such heavy dark circles under his eyes, it was evident that in the past two days, he hadn’t even rested much ah.
Christine White touched Baird Lane’s forehead heartily, then let go of her hand and lifted a corner of the covers in preparation for lying down.
What she didn’t expect was that as soon as her body touched the soft sheets, an arm reached over, directly hooked around her waist, and pulled her inward.
“Ah!” She let out a small gasp, her forehead hitting a wall of hot chest.
There were muscles all over that chest, still hard, and her forehead gave way to pain.
“You’re still awake, aren’t you?” Christine White rubbed her forehead and raised her eyes grudgingly at the culprit who had bruised her.
The culprit didn’t open his eyes, they remained tightly closed, just a slight frown, “How am I supposed to sleep when you’re standing next to the bed staring at me?”
He was already a light sleeper and alert, so how could he not notice when suddenly a pair of eyes were staring at him motionlessly.
Christine White was a little embarrassed, “I didn’t mean to try to stare at you, I was just looking at your black eye.”
“Okay, stop talking and go to sleep.” Baird Lane took his big hands off her waist and rolled over, turning his back to her and went back to sleep.
Christine White looked at his back and pouted.
He slept with his back to her, why did she feel disliked?
It’s an illusion, isn’t it?
With that in mind, Christine White turned off the small lamp at the foot of the bed, and of her own accord, scooted forward, lifting her arm to rest on Baird Lane’s.
Since he wouldn’t hug her, it would be better for her to take the initiative and cuddle him to sleep.
Christine White’s behavior, too, was not anticipated by Baird Lane.
He didn’t hug her, he was really just too tired, his mind was foggy and he just wanted to get a good night’s sleep.
He probably wouldn’t have slept soundly if he’d been holding her, which was why he’d turned his back on her.
But I didn’t expect her to come up on her own accord.
The corner of Baird Lane’s mouth quirked; was this an accidental discovery?
The time passed quickly and the night slipped away.
The following day, Christine White yawned and came downstairs to the dining room for breakfast.
Baird Lane was there, and she wasn’t surprised to see him.
Since today was the day of the old man’s surgery, he had promised to accompany him to the nursing home.
“Grandpa’s surgery is at 10:00 a. m. Should we go over there after we eat?” Christine White asked the man across from her as she pulled out a chair and sat down.
The man sipped his soup slowly and methodically, finishing it before answering her haughtily, “Uh-huh.”
“I’ll have to eat quickly then, it’s already after eight.” Christine White said and picked up her chopsticks to start eating.
Halfway through the meal, there were two footsteps.
She stopped chewing to look toward the door, only to see Aunt Lucy leading a man over.
It’s Gates.
“President Lane, the location you asked me to locate yesterday has come back with results.” Gates pulled out his cell phone and put an address on it in front of Baird Lane’s eyes.
Baird Lane swept in, “South Shore suburb?”
“That’s right, it’s a civilian neighborhood, and that’s where she’s been living all this time.” Gates replied pushing his glasses up.
Christine White heard this and raised her hand, “Did you find Molly Bort?”
“Yes ma’am.” Gates nodded.
Christine White was pleasantly surprised, “I didn’t realize that she was actually in C City all this time, I thought I couldn’t find her because she wasn’t in C City or was out of the country.”
“It’s probably the case that the most dangerous place is the safest place, Molly Bort has never lived a life of refinement and luxury, so it never occurred to us that she would be living in a civilian neighborhood in the suburbs, and it’s precisely because we overlooked that that we haven’t been able to find her.” Gates lamented.
“And will Leo Bort and the others be there?” Christine White was still most concerned.
Gates glanced at Baird Lane and shook his head, “I wouldn’t know about that, I’ve sent men to visit there and there’s no sign of Leo Bort and the others.”
“So, in that case, Leo Bort didn’t rendezvous with Molly Bort?” Christine White clenched her palms, a little resigned in her heart.