When she saw the direction of the living room restroom, she was suddenly wide-eyed and dumbfounded.
“You you you … Why did you come out here without your clothes on?” Christine White pointed at Baird Lane with a shaking hand, then she realized something was wrong and hurriedly covered her eyes and turned her back.
Baird Lane saw the fuss she was making and raised his eyelids calmly, “It’s not like you haven’t seen it before, what’s the surprise?”
Christine White was exasperated by his comment, “Can it be the same, before that was … That was …”
“What’s that, say?” The corners of Baird Lane’s mouth curved slightly.
How could Christine White not hear that he was intentionally flirting with her, and stomped her foot in anger, “I’m too lazy to talk to you, hurry up and put your clothes on, this is someone else’s house, don’t be too wanton.”
“I’m not wearing it.” Baird Lane refused outright.
Christine White thought she’d misheard and the corner of her mouth twitched, “No? You’re just going to be naked?”
“That dress has a disgusting stench.” Baird Lane said disgustedly, not meaning to be naked.
Christine White quirked her eyebrows in confusion, “Stinky? No way!”
Unbelievingly, she walked to the restroom and took out the bathrobe he had worn earlier and smelled it; there was only a faint scent of men’s perfume on it, and nothing smelly.
“You lied to me!” Christine White held up her bathrobe and looked at Baird Lane with displeasure.
Baird Lane was sipping at the white porridge she had just served, and when he heard her say this, without looking up, he returned, “To me, the smell of any other man is a stench.”
“Uh …” Christine White choked, before reacting to the fact that the man was a clean freak.
“But you can’t wear it if you don’t.” Christine White dropped her robe on the couch.
Baird Lane hmmm’d, “I’ve asked Gates to send the clothes.”
“That’s good.” Christine White sighed in relief.
She was really afraid he’d be naked like that.
But he can’t do that now!
Thinking about it, Christine White’s eyes rolled and she went back to her room and got a blanket out and threw it over him, “Cover up with this.”
Baird Lane knew what she meant; he had never had a fetish for being naked in the first place and naturally obeyed by wrapping himself in the blanket.
Christine White saw him do as he was told and said no more, stepping aside to go and dispense his medicine.
As soon as he finished the porridge, she handed him the prepared medicine, “Take it, the doctor prescribed it.”
Baird Lane scanned the cap for the flowery medicine, and after a slight frown, he took the cap and tilted his head back and swallowed the medicine in one gulp.
Christine White was afraid that he would choke and hurriedly handed him the glass of water again.
Baird Lane didn’t pick it up either, just took a couple sips of water right out of her hand.
Christine White rolled her eyes, “You’re really enjoying yourself.”
“I’m the patient.” Baird Lane returned as a matter of course.
Breathless, Christine White set the water aside, “You’re a patient, but you’re not a patient with a handicap.”
“I don’t have the strength.” Baird Lane looked at her and added.
Christine White slid a few black lines down her forehead, understanding what he meant.
He’s just pretending to be weak on purpose so she can take care of it.
What a heartthrob.
“All right, I don’t care if you don’t have the strength, when Assistant Gates arrives later, you’ll be good enough to go back with him.” Christine White cleared the dishes.
Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “Is that how much you want me to go?”
“Didn’t I tell you, this is someone else’s residence, it’s not good for you to stay here too long, and you broke one of someone else’s cups, all of which I’m going to have to pay for.” Christine White picks up the conversation.
Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “I heard you rented a house out there yesterday?”
Christine White paused in her table wiping, then frowned at him, “Who did you hear that from?”
Baird Lane’s eyes twinkled for a moment and he didn’t answer.
But Christine White had guessed what was going on and was a little uncomfortable, “You sent someone to spy on me?”
“Just protecting you.” Baird Lane corrected.
Christine White laughed in exasperation, “Protection doesn’t have to inform you of my movements at all times, does it, what’s the difference between that and surveillance?”
“Christine White, don’t be unreasonable will you, this is an extraordinary time for The Lane Family and The Lane Family, and I have asked them to keep reporting on your whereabouts for the sole purpose of knowing where you are and if you are safe.” Baird Lane said sullenly.
Christine White’s small mouth opened and she couldn’t speak at once, after a long time she could barely organize its words, “I’m sorry, I was thinking too much, but you’re at fault too, who told you not to tell me in the first place.”
Baird Lane gave her a faint sidelong glance and was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
Christine White had to go ahead and open the door.
The visitor was Gates, delivering clothes for Baird Lane.
Christine White, thinking of Baird Lane’s image at this time and the inconvenience of meeting people, did not ask Gates to come in, but merely took the bag in his hand and told him to wait outside the door.
“Your clothes.” Back in the living room, Christine White gave the bag to Baird Lane.
Baird Lane looked at it and then took the bag to her guest room to change into it.
After changing out, Christine White was ready to ask him to leave, but as soon as she saw what he was wearing, the words she had been about to say just got stuck in her mouth, “How do you …”
“What’s wrong with me?” Baird Lane moved toward slowly tying the sash of his robe around his waist.
Christine White took several deep breaths in a row before she calmed down and pointed to the clothes he was wearing, “Why are you wearing that, where are the clothes Gates brought you.”
“That’s it.” Baird Lane replied languidly as he sat down.
Christine White is confused, “This … This one? Nothing else?”
“I only had him deliver this one, and as for the others, I asked him not to deliver them until tomorrow morning.” Baird Lane smiles.
Christine White’s little face changed, “You did that on purpose? You just don’t want to go do you?”
Baird Lane nodded his head and graciously admitted, “Wasn’t it you who told Aunt Lucy that I wouldn’t go back tonight, I naturally fulfilled you ah, otherwise if I went back, you couldn’t take back what you said, how disgraceful.”
He hadn’t originally realized that she had told Aunt Lucy this, and when he woke up, he saw that it was getting dark and called Aunt Lucy to tell her that he would be back late.
Turns out Aunt Lucy told him that Christine White said he wasn’t going back tonight.
He hadn’t actually wanted to leave, and since she’d told Aunt Lucy that, it was only natural that he’d have to stay, which was why he’d only asked Gates to send his pajamas when he’d called him later.
Looking at the man with a look of I’m looking out for you, Christine White felt her chest cavity swell a little, she pressed down on her heart, the expression on her face was worse than crying, “Who wants you to save my face, just go, hurry up, Gates is waiting right outside, no one will see you going back in your pajamas.”
With that, she tugged on his arm, trying to pull him up off the couch.
Baird Lane was too heavy, however, and it took her several tugs to pull him up just a little.
“It’s no use, don’t waste your breath, Gates is gone, I messaged him to go while I was changing.” Baird Lane looked at her with a smirk.
He had decided to stay tonight, so how could he not do something about it.
Christine White didn’t expect Baird Lane to have driven Gates away in order to stay, and her whole body was shocked, and the hand that was tugging on his arm, subconsciously loosened.
Baird Lane’s body, unsupported by force, begins to fall backwards.
But just at the moment his body was about to fall onto the couch, an essence suddenly swept across his dark eyes, followed by the corner of his mouth hooking up, and as he reached out, he grabbed the still-frozen Christine White’s wrists and with a firm tug, yanked her onto his chest, taking her with him as he fell onto the couch.
Christine White was so startled by his sudden behavior that her heart nearly flew out of her chest and she blurted out, “What are you doing?”