“There’s nothing to answer.” Christine White lifted the collar of her sweater upward to shield her mouth and nose.
In fact, in the past two days, she had thought about this herself, about whether Baird Lane was really worthy of her love.
But after thinking about it, she couldn’t get an answer.
However, what Hugh Dong just said made her care a lot, that is, obviously these things, the one who made the mistake is Baird Lane, the one who is sorry for her is also Baird Lane, but Baird Lane didn’t have the slightest intention of apologizing and begging for forgiveness from her, so she suddenly felt quite sad.
“Thinking about what?” Hugh Dong willed Christine White to wander off, a little curious.
Christine White shook her head, “It’s nothing, why don’t you drop me off at a hotel.”
She closed her eyes wearily.
Hugh Dong raised his eyebrows in surprise, “A hotel? So, you don’t have a place to stay?”
“Uh-huh.” Christine White answered.
The corner of Hugh Dong’s mouth twitched, “You’ve got a lot of guts then, running away from home without a place to stay, does President Lane know about that?”
“He doesn’t know.”
“Then it would seem that he’s not into you either.” Hugh Dong softly heckled.
Christine White tightened her hand in her lap and didn’t speak.
Hugh Dong tsked, “Forget it, you shouldn’t stay at the hotel, it’s not safe there either, how about I send you to stay at my place.”
“You there?” Christine White’s eyes snapped open, looking at his perfect side in surprise.
Hugh Dong nodded, “Yes, but don’t worry, it’s not my villa in the villa area, but an apartment under my name, I usually only go over there to stay for a night when I’m very busy and can’t make it back to the villa, so the furniture and electrical appliances over there and what not, are all complete.”
“This …” Christine White was a bit impressed, but soon, she shook her head and refused, “Or no, the apartment in your name, must be very expensive, I can’t afford to pay the rent, I’d better live in a hotel by myself first, and then I can just find a cheaper apartment.”
“Huh.” Hearing her words, Hugh Dong couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re really cute, I didn’t say I want you to pay rent, don’t worry, I’ll let you stay for free.”
“Free?” Christine White looked at him skeptically, “Are you that kind?”
“Am I a bad person in your mind?” Hugh Dong was not pleased.
Christine White coughed lightly in embarrassment, “That … Neither is it la, don’t get me wrong, I’m just …”
“So far, I’ve never done anything bad to you, have I?” Hugh Dong interrupted her.
Christine White choked, unable to speak.
He was right, it was true that he had never done anything bad to her since we met, and at most he loved to take advantage of her verbally.
And because of that, her impression of him was, well, average.
“Look, the fact that you don’t even have anything to say shows that I’m not a bad person, and I’m letting you stay for free not because we’ve known each other for a while, if it were anyone else, I wouldn’t bother, it’s a deal, I’ll take you to my apartment.”
With that, he got right off the road and drove the car in the other direction, and Christine White couldn’t stop herself in time before he took her to his apartment.
His apartment is also centrally located, but not in the same place as Baird Lane’s, and yet it’s only for the rich in C-town.
Snap!
Hugh Dong turned on the lights, and the bright light illuminated the whole apartment in a flash.
Christine White then see the layout of the apartment, not as big as Baird Lane, not as simple and elegant as Baird Lane’s decoration, this place is permeated with luxury, even the furnishings give people a feeling of super rich.
All in all, Hugh Dong’s apartment makes Christine White’s first impression of rich dirt!
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll steal your stuff?” Christine White asked, pointing to an expensive-looking lighter on the coffee table.
Hugh Dong took off his jacket and sat down, smiling cheerfully, “Steal whatever you want, it’s just gadgets to me anyway.”
“You’re pretty ho-hum.” Christine White sat down as well.
Hugh Dong poured himself a glass of red wine, “It’s closer than President Lane, would you like one?”
He asked her, shaking his red wine.
Christine White waved her hand in thanks.
Hugh Dong shrugged his shoulders slightly regretfully and didn’t persuade her, drinking his own wine.
After finishing his drink, he picked up his jacket and slung it over his arm, “Alright, you’ll be staying here from now on, I’ll leave you to get some rest.”
When he finished, he headed for the door.
Christine White followed suit, then stopped at the foyer and bowed deeply to him, “Hugh Dong, thank you.”
“Thanks for nothing, I just want you to treat me better in the future.” Hugh Dong said as he rubbed a handful of her hair, then turned his back on her and waved as he walked towards the elevator.
Christine White then watched him go into the skytrap before she closed the door and returned to her apartment.
This was Hugh Dong’s apartment, so she naturally had no idea of visiting, and directly chose a guest room to go in and prepare to rest.
By now it was evening, and it was completely dark outside, and raining sparsely.
Christine White casually took a shower and laid down on the bed, and then she didn’t know out of what state of mind, she took out her cell phone, and opened the call logs WeChat ah whatsoever, all the software that can be contacted to look at it.
The result of looking at it is that there are no new calls added and no unread messages.
She laughed bitterly and tossed the phone away, annoyed, “Really, looking forward to this for nothing …”
Knowing full well that the Baird Lane guy probably wouldn’t contact her, she still held out hope that she’d see a call from him on her cell phone, or a message from him.
And as it turns out, through and through.
A moody Christine White rolls on the bed twice to vent.
After venting, she subsided and quietly looked at the ceiling for a while, listening to the pattering rain outside, her heart finally calmed down.
I don’t know how long it was, but she looked at the ceiling, her eyes aching from watching, before she sighed and turned off the light, fishing for the covers to put her head over and get ready for bed.
The next day, Christine White was awakened by the doorbell.
She opened her eyes in a daze, and her whole body was startled for a split second when she realized she was lying in an unfamiliar room.
But soon she remembers that she ran away from home yesterday and was taken in by Hugh Dong.
So this is Hugh Dong’s apartment.
After sorting through the memories of last night, Christine White’s mind smoothed out and she yawned as she got out of bed to go outside and open the door.
Hugh Dong stood outside the door carrying two breakfasts and smiled brightly when he saw her, “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Christine White smiled back at him and sidestepped to make way for the passage.
Hugh Dong came in and put breakfast on the table, talking to her as he unwrapped it, “Sleep well?”
Christine White turned her somewhat stiff neck, “It’s okay, it’s just that the pillow is too low.”
“There are other pillows in the checkroom of my room, so you can choose a suitable one yourself later.” Hugh Dong handed her the chopsticks.
Christine White was flattered to receive it and thanked her profusely.
Hugh Dong waved his hand, “There’s no need for you to be so polite to me, just eat.”
“Uh-huh. …” Christine White nodded and took a seat across from him.
Neither spoke during the meal.
It wasn’t until after breakfast, when Hugh Dong elegantly wiped the corners of his lips, that he broke the silence of a moment ago, “I went back to see President Lane last night, and guess where I met him?”
Christine White was wiping her mouth as well and paused in her movements at his words, “Where?”
“You still care about him.” Hugh Dong joked.
Christine White pursed her lips, not vetoing his remark.
Hugh Dong didn’t have the intention of selling the story, and after putting down his napkin and taking another sip of coffee, he followed up with the answer, “In my villa.”
“What?” Christine White froze, then blinked and busied herself with asking, “He went to you?”