Christine White paused, “Why do you ask? The way you just mentioned it was full of hate, which means it wasn’t something you wanted to bring up, so why am I even asking.”
“Hehe, you’ve sensed it, but I’ll give you a chance to ask, how about I tell you as long as you ask?” Hugh Dong raised a finger and waved it in front of her, deliberately luring her.
Christine White slapped his hand right away, “Don’t ask, not interested.”
“It’s a one-time-only opportunity, are you sure you don’t want to ask?” Hugh Dong looked at her.
Christine White remained impassive, “Don’t ask!”
“Okay, this is what you said, I hope you won’t regret it when the time comes!” Hugh Dong put his hands behind his back and walked towards the car’s heel.
Christine White looked at his back with some doubt in her mind, “Hey, what do you mean by that?”
Hugh Dong’s footsteps did not stop, “Literally, you can guess it yourself.”
“You …” Christine White was furious, but couldn’t do anything with him.
After all, he had just asked her to ask and she hadn’t.
“What are you waiting for, why don’t you get in the car?” Hugh Dong sat in the car and stuck his head out, shouting at Christine White who was still standing there without moving.
Christine White sighed and trotted over toward him.
Back at the apartment, it was the wee hours of the morning.
Hugh Dong dropped her off outside the apartment door and left, with no intention of going in for a sit-down and a cup of tea.
In response, Christine White couldn’t help but breathe a huge sigh of relief.
To be honest, she was actually worried that Hugh Dong would excuse himself to come in and stay.
But in the end, it turns out that she was overthinking it, and he’s not that kind of guy at all.
Feeling a little amused at her own paranoia Christine White couldn’t help but shake her head and gently closed the door behind her, heading back to the guest room to get her pajamas and shower and get ready to rest.
But when she got out of the shower, the cell phone at her bedside suddenly rang.
She brushed her hair as she headed for the bed before picking up her cell phone and glancing at it, slightly stunned when she saw the caller ID.
The call is from Aunt Lucy. It’s late. Is something wrong?
With that in mind, Christine White no longer hesitated, dropped her towel and picked up the phone, “Aunt Lucy?”
“Ma’am, you finally answered.” Aunt Lucy’s voice, beating a sigh of relief, came from the other end of the line.
Christine White’s brows furrowed as she listened, “Aunt Lucy, is something wrong?”
“Uh … It’s nothing really, it’s just Mr. ….”
“What’s wrong with him?” Christine White asked busily, the tension in her tone not hidden at all.
Aunt Lucy heard it in her heart, “Taijumper, you still care about mister right?”
Christine White was silent for a couple of seconds and hmmmed, “We never got divorced, and I just got cold feet with him, doesn’t mean I don’t care about him anymore, so Aunt Lucy, what’s wrong with him?”
“Mister is drunk and calling out your name all the time ma’am.” Aunt Lucy said with a sigh.
Christine White was taken aback, “Drunk? And calling my name?”
“Yes, mister went to an auction tonight, drank a lot of wine and was sent back by Gates, and now he is lying on the bed calling out your name ma’am, if you don’t believe me ma’am, listen. “Aunt Lucy said and put the cell phone to the man’s mouth on the bed.
The man on the bed had his eyes closed tightly, and his eyebrows were screwed up tightly, his cheeks were a little red, and the tie on his neck was loosely falling on it, and the suit and shirt on his body were even more messy and out of shape, and the smell of alcohol around him was simply so smoky that people didn’t dare to smell it more than once, and it was obvious that he had already been drunk and was unconscious.
Christine White also listened carefully for a few moments before she heard that he was calling her name.
Listening to the cry of Christine White from Baird Lane’s mouth, Christine White felt that the tip of her nose was a little sour, her eyes were a little astringent, and her heart was a little clogged.
She didn’t understand what the hell he meant by calling her names when he was drunk!
“Ma’am, do you hear me?” Aunt Lucy asked as she took the phone away from Baird Lane’s mouth and put it back to her ear.
Christine White looked up and took a breath, her voice choked with a little hmmm, “I hear you.”
“So ma’am, do you want to come back and see mister, I think mister misses you.” Aunt Lucy said carefully.
Christine White bites her lower lip, “I …”
“Ma’am, come back.” Afraid that she would refuse, Aunt Lucy rushed out another word of advice the moment she opened her mouth.
Christine White was struggling inside, not knowing exactly what she should choose.
Aunt Lucy knew her, knew that she didn’t answer, that is, she had some intention in her heart, her eyes rolled, and added: “Ma’am, look at Mr. this way, he keeps calling out your name, he must be dreaming about you, can you bear to let Mr. be alone?”
“But …”
“Yikes!” Aunt Lucy suddenly exclaimed.
Christine White’s heart tightened and her hand, squeezing her cell phone, both tightened violently, “What’s wrong Aunt Lucy?”
“Mister threw up, ma’am, mister threw up all over, you hurry back to change mister’s clothes, even though I’m an old woman, I’m also a woman, I can’t help mister to change, besides, if mister woke up and knew about it, he’d be furious, and he might even fire me, so ma’am, you just come back.” Aunt Lucy is now using a pleading tone.
Christine White, unable to dwell on it any longer, vigorously rubbed a handful of her hair to disorganize a mess of hair and helplessly said, “I know, I’ll be right back.”
With that, she cut off the call and dropped the phone on the bed before dragging out her suitcase and pulling a clean set of clothes out of it to change into.
After changing, she didn’t delay, not even bothering to blow-dry her hair, and as soon as she grabbed the cell phone she had just dropped, she hurried out of the apartment.
By the time she got to the bottom of the apartment building, a familiar black Mercedes was parked there, the windows rolled down, and Uncle Luise’s familiar face was exposed.
Christine White saw him, and a pang went through her mind.
It turned out to be a preemptive ah, Aunt Lucy has long been determined to let her go back, so before the phone call let Luise uncle over to pick her up, this old lady is really …
“Ma’am, get in the car.” Uncle Luise poked a head out of the car and called out to Christine White who was fuming.
Christine White’s eyes twinkled for a moment and she smiled and nodded.
By the time the villa was ready, it was over an hour later.
Aunt Lucy stood outside the villa to greet her, and when she saw Christine White get out of the car, she rushed forward and pulled affectionately, then looked her up and down, “Thin.”
Christine White cried, “Where’s the skinny?”
“Everywhere you’ve lost weight, this little face is sunken in.” Aunt Lucy poked her face heartily.
Christine White ruffled her hair behind her ear, “Really? But I don’t feel much myself.”
“Of course it’s true, I can’t lie to you, you didn’t eat well these two days, right?” Aunt Lucy asked with concern as she walked towards the villa on her arm.
Christine White shook her head, “It’s okay, I ate all my meals, just not much.”
“That would be the bad taste of the food outside, ma’am, you should move back.” Aunt Lucy advised her.
Christine White was silent for a moment, then smiled and skirted the topic, “Enough about that Aunt Lucy, what about him? Sobered up yet?”
“Nope, completely asleep now.” Aunt Lucy sighed.
Christine White frowned, “You didn’t make a sobering soup for him?”
“Cooked ah, but Mr. can not wake up ah, so I have no way, can not force to pour it …”
“I see, I’ll go check on him then.” Christine White let go of Aunt Lucy’s arm and lifted her foot up the stairs.
As soon as she entered the room, a strong odor of alcohol hit her nose, and Christine White’s little face turned so pale that she almost didn’t smoke and throw up!
Baird Lane. How much did he drink, anyway?