With such uncertain thoughts, Christine White got into bed, fished the covers over her body, closed her eyes, and was soon asleep.
The next day, she moved her body and tried to roll over, but suddenly she felt some weight on her body, as if she was being pressed down by something, making her unable to move.
She grunted a little uncomfortably and tried to push the thing off of her, but as soon as she reached up, she realized something was wrong, it was actually hot, it moved, and it felt like human skin to the touch.
Wait, man?
Christine White was startled by what she thought, her eyes opening abruptly and her whole being instantly awake, trying to see who it was that was holding her down!
That look revealed Baird Lane’s sleepy, handsome face.
She flinched for a moment, then breathed a huge sigh of relief.
It scared the hell out of her, she thought it was someone else in her bed.
It turned out to be him in the end!
With this ups and downs, Christine White is in a bit of a bad mood and vaguely angry.
After all, yes, who can be in a good mood when they wake up early in the morning and get such a shock?
Thinking about this, Christine White looked at Baird Lane a little less favorably, narrowed her almond eyes, and stretched out her leg to give him a kick.
Poof!
Baird Lane kicks off the bed with a loud thud, and the whole thing wakes up.
He looked from side to side, holding his sorely bruised back, and when he saw where he was, he finally realized what had happened and his face instantly hardened, “Christine White, you kicked me out of bed?”
Christine White wasn’t afraid of him, and looked at him fearlessly, “So what if I am, who told you to scare me!”
“I scare you?” Baird Lane frowned, not understanding where he had frightened her.
Christine White grunted, “I thought it was someone else when you came into my bed all of a sudden, do you think it was scary?”
Baird Lane caught the meaning of her words and raised the end of his eyebrows, followed by a low chuckle.
His laughter disconcerted Christine White a bit and she couldn’t help but glare, “What are you laughing at?”
Baird Lane stood up, “Nice of you to be that alert.”
“Huh?” Suddenly complimented by him, Christine White froze, but quickly regained her composure and questioned, “When did you get here?”
“Two o’clock last night.” Baird Lane sat down on the edge of the bed.
Christine White asked again, “And how did you get in?”
This is Hugh Dong’s apartment. Hugh Dong just gave her a key card. She didn’t give him Baird Lane.
“Was it hard to get in?” Baird Lane squinted at Christine White.
Christine White, hearing this, had some bad suspicions and said with wide eyes, “Don’t tell me you picked the lock to get in!”
“No.” Baird Lane straightened the clothes on his back.
“That’s good.” Christine White patted her chest and was just about ready to breathe a sigh of relief when his next words nearly took her back.
“I had the lock unlocked.” Baird Lane said gently.
The corners of Christine White’s mouth twitched so hard the volume went up, “Baird Lane you’re crazy, this is Hugh Dong’s apartment, is that appropriate? This is trespassing!”
“It’s not broken!” Baird Lane fished aside his suit jacket and put it on slowly, his mouth blandly saying, “Besides, my wife is here, so what if I’m just trespassing? I can also say that he is illegally detaining someone’s wife.”
“You …” Christine White choked, “You’re being crooked!”
“Well, get up.” Baird Lane ended the conversation as he tied his tie.
Christine White bristled, lifted the covers off the bed, and ignored him, crossing over to the bathroom to wash up.
By the time she’d shuffled out, Baird Lane was sitting at the living room table eating a slow breakfast.
Christine White sat over and sat down across from him, scanning the table for breakfast, “When did you have it bought?”
“Eat while you wash up.” Baird Lane handed her a pair of chopsticks.
Christine White took it and popped one of the crystal buns into her mouth, the Q-tip spread through her mouth and made her eyes light up, “Yummy!”
She quipped heartily.
The corners of Baird Lane’s mouth curved slightly, “It’s all yours if it’s good.”
He pushed the little crystal-wrapped cage in front of her.
Christine White didn’t say no, she was just a little embarrassed, “I’ll have it then?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded.
Christine White smiled and picked up her chopsticks to start.
After breakfast, Baird Lane went off and
Christine White looked at the time, it was already nine a. m. She was preoccupied with the appraisal and figured that Ives Norton was at work by this time, so she was going to call him and ask if the results were in yet.
However, just at the moment she took out her cell phone, the phone in her hand suddenly vibrated, scaring her so much that she almost dropped it without holding it steady.
It was a good thing she reacted in time at the end, squeezing her cell phone firmly in her hand, so that she didn’t cause that kind of consequence.
Taking a deep breath, Christine White adjusted to being startled and lifted her cell phone, looking at the caller ID.
She smiled in surprise when she saw that the words Ives Norton were bouncing around on her cell phone and answered it in a hurry, “Hey Ives, just in time, I was just about to call you when you called.”
On the other end of the line, Ives Norton chuckled, “Yeah, looks like we have a heart to heart.”
“That’s right. ” Christine White nodded, then nervously inquired, “Ives, you’re calling me at this hour, are the appraisal results in?”
Upon hearing this question, Ives Norton’s tone suddenly became agitated, “Yes, that’s what I called you about, and the results are in.”
“Well?” Christine White gripped her cell phone.
Ives Norton replied, “Congratulations, you’ve got the right guy, the owner of that hair, matches Baird’s blood up to ninety percent, it’s a blood brother from the same father and mother!”
“Really?” Christine White pranced up from the couch, excitement written all over her eyes.
Long before she heard the congratulations, her heart had raced.
Now her heart was beating even harder to stop.
Hugh Dong is really Nigel Lane, brother of Baird Lane!
As for Hugh Dong’s previous comment about him being some kind of bastard, she snorted, how could that be!
If he’s an illegitimate child, how can he have a ninety percent resemblance to Baird Lane’s blood, when half or half blood brothers are only sixty or seventy percent?
So Hugh Dong’s claim of that illegitimate son doesn’t hold water at all, either he’s lying to himself or Owen Dong is lying to him, but of course, she’s more biased towards the latter!
Hugh Dong said that he was an abandoned bastard, and when he said this, he also showed his hatred for the family that abandoned him, and that hatred was the same as when he mentioned The Lane Family, so it can be seen that Hugh Dong had long known that he himself was a child of The Lane Family, but did not know that he was not The Lane Family’s bastard at all, but was the second youngest son of The Lane Family’s full-blood. Lane Family’s illegitimate child, but the second youngest son of The Lane Family’s full-blooded family.
Because Owen Dong, who stole him, did not tell him his true identity, but told him that he was the illegitimate son abandoned by The Lane Family, so how could Hugh Dong not hate The Lane Family.
I have to say, Owen Dong is really heartless. Not only did he steal a child who didn’t know anything yet to get revenge, but he also made people kill each other, which is really too much!
Sorting it all out, Christine White’s heart ached with anger, her little face contorted, and her breasts rose and fell violently
Ives Norton on the other end of the line could feel her anger as he listened to her rapid breathing and hurriedly inquired, “Christine, what’s wrong?”
Christine White closed her eyes, face forcing down her inner turmoil and calming her tone back, “I’m fine, I’m just figuring it all out.”
“All this? What the hell is it?” Ives Norton wondered.