Instead, he looked to Christine White, “There’s no point in stopping her since she’s hell-bent on leaving.”
“But …”
“Okay Aunt Lucy,” this time it was Christine White who interrupted Aunt Lucy.
She looked at the cold-faced Baird Lane, and felt quite aggrieved and a little bit uncomfortable.
She was trying to leave, but he didn’t even try to hold her back and said he didn’t have to stop her, which made her a little uncomfortable.
It would be good for him to at least be surprised and block her!
But none of it.
At the thought, Christine White also got a bit of a gamble out of it, and she huffed, pulled her suitcase and headed for the foyer, not even leaving Baird Lane with a wink.
Baird Lane doesn’t look at her either, just listens silently to her footsteps and the sound of the suitcase’s pulley wheels going away.
The door to the villa closed with a click.
Baird Lane finally reacted, turning slowly to look into the empty foyer with a dark, inexplicable expression.
“Sir, why did you let the missus go?” Aunt Lucy still didn’t understand what he was thinking.
Baird Lane straightened his cuffs and replied tersely, “The way we’re going, it wouldn’t hurt to take some time apart.”
“But Mrs. lives out there alone, aren’t you afraid she’ll be in some kind of danger?” Aunt Lucy was worried.
Baird Lane lowered his eyes, “I’ve arranged for someone to follow her and retaliate against her at any time, it’ll be fine.”
“Sent someone to follow?” Aunt Lucy froze and hastily inquired, “So, sir, you already knew that Madam wanted to move out?”
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and didn’t answer.
In fact, he didn’t know it at first, but Ives Norton told him about it when he was talking to him.
He was initially angry, but it was only after Ives Norton talked him down that he pushed his anger down and agreed to the idea of Christine White moving out for the time being.
“Sir.” Will Baird Lane did not say anything, Aunt Lucy sighed, “You let your wife move out, so when are you going to pick her up? Can’t be separated from now on, you guys aren’t divorced …”
“She resents me in her heart, let her calm down for a while first, I’ll pick her up later.” After Baird Lane replied faintly, he lifted his feet and walked upstairs.
Aunt Lucy looked at his back and shook her head, “How long is it later, really, how can you be so stubborn, and the wife too, walking away just remembering the suitcase, even forgetting the bag!”
Muttering, Aunt Lucy grabbed the small ladies satchel from the couch and hurried after it.
Outside the villa area, Christine White stopped a car, before getting on the car also found his bag forgot to take, documents, cell phones, wallets and so on, can be in it, without these, not to mention the car, she can not even find the house.
She had no choice but to close the car door and let the cab leave, intending to return to the villa for her bag.
The moment she had just turned around, a fiery red slutty sports car suddenly stopped right in front of her, with a loud roar that made her ears go deaf.
She frowned with a pretty brow and looked out the car window with some displeasure to see who had gone so far.
The windows rolled down, and a bewildering face handsome enough to take your eyes away was exposed and reflected in Christine White’s eyes.
It’s Hugh Dong.
Christine White saw him and immediately rolled her eyes wide.
She should have guessed it was him.
Other than him, she couldn’t think of anyone else who would be so tawdry out of the gate.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s that look on your face?” Hugh Dong took off his sunglasses just in time to see Christine White’s big blank stare and couldn’t help but yell.
Christine White bristled, “What’s wrong with you?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me, it’s you …” He scanned the suitcases beside her, “You’re running away from home because you can’t get along with President Lane?”
Christine White didn’t overreact in the slightest to being told off by him, and remained as bland as ever, “It’s got nothing to do with you.”
“What do you mean it doesn’t matter ah, since I bumped into it, then I can’t just sit back and do nothing, where are you going, get in the car I’ll give you a ride.” Hugh Dong said, then got out of the car and lifted her suitcase and put it in the car.
Christine White was just about to stop him, saying she had to go back to the cottage first, when Aunt Lucy’s voice came from a short distance away, “Ma’am!”
Christine White twisted her head to look, only to see Aunt Lucy dragging her slightly obese body trotting over, holding up something in her hand that she kept waving.
Christine White fixed her eyes on the bag and recognized it as her own.
“Aunt Lucy, slow down.” Christine White took two steps forward and held Aunt Lucy up before she fell.
Aunt Lucy laughed and gasped, “I’m fine, ma’am you forgot your bag, I brought it to you, here.”
“Thanks Aunt Lucy,” Christine White said as she took the bag and slung it across her shoulder.
She was about to go back and get it when she didn’t realize that Aunt Lucy had actually brought it to her.
It’s good to save yourself a journey not to mention the embarrassment of seeing Baird Lane.
After all, she had just left the villa majestically, if she were to go back slinking for a bag, she really didn’t know how to face Baird Lane.
“No need to thank you, ma’am are you getting into Chief Dong’s car?” Aunt Lucy looked at Hugh Dong warily, feeling that this man with amazing beauty was not a good person.
Hugh Dong naturally also saw Aunt Lucy’s dislike for herself, and smiled unconcernedly, “I’m friends with Christine, and seeing her waiting for the bus, I was going to give her a Land yet.”
“He’s right Aunt Lucy,” Christine White agreed.
Hugh Dong’s eyes faintly and inaccessibly flashed a flash of surprise, fleetingly, and then the corner of his mouth hooked up.
I’m surprised she didn’t refute his words.
He thought, she would retort.
“In that case, then thank you Mr. Dong.” Aunt Lucy thanked Hugh Dong for Christine White.
Hugh Dong shrugged his shoulders, “Thanks are not necessary, hurry up and get in the car, it’s almost dark, I guess it’s going to rain in a while.”
Christine White sniffed and looked up at the sky, and sure enough the clouds were converging, and it might rain at some point.
She still has to find a place to live!
With that in mind, Christine White didn’t delay any longer, and after saying goodbye to Aunt Lucy, she pulled open the passenger door and got in.
Aunt Lucy had wanted to advise her not to ride in another man’s car in case there was any danger or something like that, but soon thought that Baird Lane had arranged for someone to protect her in the shadows, so she dismissed the idea of advising her to get out of the car, and stood on the side of the road and waved at her, watching her leave in Hugh Dong’s car.
Only when the car is no longer visible does Aunt Lucy turn around and head back to the cottage, intending to tell Baird Lane about Christine White getting into Hugh Dong’s car.
“Do you believe that President Lane is going to call you later?” In the car, Hugh Dong glanced at Christine White with his afterglow and flirted out.
Christine White looked out the window and returned with a bemused expression, “Maybe you’ll be disappointed this time, we’re out cold and he won’t call me.”
“Cold war?” The corner of Hugh Dong’s mouth hooked up a trace of playful arc, “really strange, these things inside is not President Lane sorry for you, he does not coax you to redeem you in exchange for your forgiveness, actually still with you cold war, how much face he ah?”
“Okay, stop talking, okay?” Christine White pursed her lips, her tone a little upset.
Hugh Dong gave a mocking heckle, “I didn’t say anything wrong, you’re still turning towards him, is such a man who obviously made a mistake, but always refuses to bow his head and admit his mistake, and still has to put up his self-respect and face, is he really worthy of your love?”
Hearing this, Christine White’s mouth opened to say something, but in the end, her throat clogged up and nothing came out.
“Why don’t you answer?” Hugh Dong asked her again.