Snap!
The restroom door slammed open with such force that the panel bounced against the wall and shuddered a few times, making an odd whining sound as if it were broken.
But Christine White couldn’t care less, she rushed to the sink in three steps, let go of the hand covering her lips, and leaned down on the sink and vomited, as if she was going to vomit out all the bitter bile, which was frightening to watch.
I don’t know how long it took, but Christine White threw up half a dozen times and finally felt better and less sick in her stomach before she gradually stopped vomiting.
She gasped, both arms braced on either side of the sink, her face pale as she stared at the clean white sink, her whole body a little dazed.
She didn’t know how she had just suddenly felt sick to her stomach and thrown up in a shocking way.
But really it was just thunder and rain, she didn’t throw up anything but a few mouthfuls of acid.
If she hadn’t known it was impossible, she would have thought she was pregnant with this flurry of movement.
“It looks like I ate something I shouldn’t have and ate a bad stomach, right?” Christine White murmured with a bitter smile while lifting her hair, which was wet with sweat and plastered to her face, behind her ear, and then unscrewed the faucet to catch two handfuls of water and rinsed her mouth to wash out the sour taste in her mouth before wiping her hands and exiting the restroom.
This vomiting, almost killed half of her life, at this moment her legs are soft, staggering back to the room, directly to the bed fell, fishing over the covers and closed her eyes to sleep.
Even when the phone rang during her sleep, she didn’t feel it until the next day, when she was awakened by a knock on the door.
“Aunt Lucy? “Christine White opened the door to her room and saw the kind old man standing outside the door, for a moment she thought she was mistaken, after rubbing her eyes, the old man was still there and it dawned on her that it was really Aunt Lucy and it wasn’t a hallucination on her part.
“Good morning, ma’am.” Aunt Lucy, tethered to an apron, smiled at her.
Christine White was quick to return the smile, “Good morning Aunt Lucy, what brings you here?”
“It was Mr. who asked me to come over to help you pack, ma’am, and I even gave you a call ahead of time last night, but you didn’t pick up, so I had to come over first thing this morning on my own.” Aunt Lucy replied.
Christine White scratched her hair, “A phone call? I don’t hear any phone calls, wait …”
She let go of the doorknob and turned back to the bed, fishing for her cell phone on the nightstand as soon as she could, unlocking it to see that there was a crisis caller with the time displayed as nine o’clock last night.
No wonder she didn’t hear it, because by that time she was asleep.
“Sorry Aunt Lucy, I wasn’t paying attention.” Christine White said shyly, holding her cell phone.
Aunt Lucy waved her hand unconcernedly, “It’s okay, I called you just to ask how soon you’d be available today so I could come over.”
“So.” Christine White nodded, then asked, “So how did you get in?”
“Mister gave me the door card.” Aunt Lucy said, taking a white door card out of her apron pocket and shaking it.
Christine White instantly recognized it as Baird Lane’s own and that he had had it fitted without Hugh Dong’s permission.
“He went back to the cottage last night?” Christine White asked again.
Aunt Lucy hurriedly replied, “Yes, mister came back late last night, came back and made a phone call and got into the study, didn’t come out until almost dawn, came out and changed his clothes, didn’t even eat breakfast before leaving in a hurry.”
“Leaving in such a hurry?” Christine White was slightly surprised, “What’s going on?”
“I’m not sure about that.” Aunt Lucy shook her head, “But when I was bringing Mr. Coffee up last night, I saw him videoing the second youngest, and the two of them seemed to be talking about who they were going to arrest.”
“Capture?” Christine White’s heart skipped a beat, “Could it be the capture of Owen Dong?”
“I don’t know, they didn’t mention who exactly they were going to arrest, but eighty-nine percent of the time, it’s either Owen Dong or that damn father and daughter of The Bort Family.” Aunt Lucy shrugged her shoulders.
Not being able to get an accurate answer, Christine White only had to calm down towards for the time being, and reluctantly pulled the corner of her mouth and said, “Also, who exactly is it, it’s better to wait for Baird and the others to hear about it, anyway, none of the three of them can get away.”
“It’s this reasoning, ma’am, come out for breakfast first, and we’ll go back to the villa afterward.” Aunt Lucy straightened her messy clothes for her.
Christine White held it down and headed for the restroom.
After breakfast, Aunt Lucy helped her clean up.
She doesn’t have many things, and packed out just one big and two small suitcases, which Uncle Luise came up and carried away in one hand.
Christine White followed him with Aunt Lucy, empty-handed, then got in her car and left the apartment.
Back at the villa, it was only just noon.
Aunt Lucy went off to the kitchen to prepare lunch and Christine White went to her room to organize her things.
Halfway through organizing, the door to the room suddenly opened and a tall figure walked in from outside.
Christine White was crouching in front of the heel of the suitcase, when she heard the footsteps, she thought it was Aunt Lucy, so she didn’t turn around, and directly opened her mouth and asked, “Aunt Lucy, what’s the matter?”
“It’s me!” The man’s magnetic bass sounded behind her.
Christine White paused in folding her clothes and whirled her head around, “Baird Lane?”
Baird Lane lifted his chin slightly in response.
Christine White dropped her clothes and stood up, looking at him in surprise, “What brings you back at this hour?”
“Back to get some information.” Baird Lane returned.
Christine White blinked, “That means you have to leave in a little while?”
“Well, Hugh Dong is waiting for me.” Baird Lane nods.
Christine White came to her senses, “Are you planning to arrest Owen Dong and the others?”
Baird Lane raised an eyebrow, an amazement skimming across his eyes, “Who did you hear that from?”
Christine White pointed to the floor, “Aunt Lucy ah, she heard your video with Hugh Dong last night.”
Baird Lane’s eyes twitched, “So that’s what happened, and yes, I did discuss Owen Dong’s arrest with Hugh Dong.”
“So … will it work?” Christine White clenched her fists, her entire body incredibly tense.
Baird Lane reached up and cupped her cheeks, “A good success rate.”
“Really?” Christine White jumped a little in excitement, but the next second, she was puzzled, “However, how could the success rate be so high? The day before yesterday, I also said that the capture of Owen Dong should be considered in the long run, after all, the Dong family’s power is placed there, the Dong family’s power must be dismantled before Owen Dong can be completely resolved, today how …”
“It’s all Nigel’s fault.” Baird Lane tugged on his tie and walked over to the bed and sat down.
Christine White was tickled to death and stomped over to follow him, sitting down next to him, “Come on, what’s going on?”
“Kiss me.” Baird Lane pointed to his face.
Christine White was stunned, “Huh? A kiss?”
“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded his head in a serious manner, “Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you.”
Christine White bristled, “You’re actually haggling now?”
Baird Lane’s mouth quirked lightly, “Do you want to know or not?”
“I …”
“Hmm?”
Christine White looked at the man’s eyes that seemed to be smiling, it was difficult to lie, and in the end, she could only puff up her little face and grunt, “Which side to kiss?”
Baird Lane leaned his body over, the curve of his mouth growing more pronounced.
Christine White’s heart beat like thunder as she looked at his handsome, flawless face as he came up to her, and her little face flushed.
She’d kissed him, and been kissed by him forcefully, but she’d, like, never kissed him on the face.
It was a first, and she couldn’t help but feel a little fresh.
“What are you waiting for? Hurry up, I’m leaving!” Baird Lane began to urge when he saw the woman staring at his face in a daze, halfway to a kiss.
Christine White came back with a jolt and coughed with a blush, “Coming coming.”
The words fell out of her mouth as she pouted and slowly reached toward his face …