Hearing this, Christine White’s little face instantly turned red and dripped blood, “Aunt Lucy, what are you talking about, how could we be that …”
It’s not like it’s in a cottage room, and even if it was, she wouldn’t be that with Baird Lane now that she’s pregnant.
“Of course I know you won’t ma’am, but mister is young and angry, I’m worried he won’t be able to resist.” Aunt Lucy pointed in the direction of the restroom.
Christine White cried and laughed, “Geez Aunt Lucy, don’t worry about it, we’ve got it covered.”
“Alright, since you have said so ma’am, what can I say, but if mister makes a move on you ma’am in the middle of the night, ma’am, you must call me ah, for the sake of the child, you mustn’t compromise.” Aunt Lucy still uneasy to urge.
Christine White covered her face, “I know, Aunt Lucy, go rest.”
“Okay, I’ll go first then.” Aunt Lucy headed for the escort room.
Christine White was the only one left in the hospital room, Christine White looked at the restroom and then at the escort room and shook her head helplessly.
What a thing to call it!
At that moment, the restroom door opened.
Baird Lane came out of it rubbing his hair, “What were you just saying to Aunt Lucy?”
He was in the restroom and couldn’t hear much, just heard her reacting.
Christine White heard him ask that and her mind went back to what Aunt Lucy had just said and she blushed and shook her head, “Nothing, are you done washing?”
Baird Lane lifted his chin, “Is there a blowout?”
“Yes, I’ll get it for you.” She lifted the covers and got out of bed to get the windblower.
Baird Lane picked it up and stepped aside to blow-dry his hair.
Christine White returned to bed, “Do you want to check on Hugh Dong later?”
Baird Lane paused for a moment in blow-drying his hair, but quickly returned to his natural self, “No, first thing in the morning.”
“That’ll work too.” Christine White nodded and said no more.
Baird Lane’s hair isn’t very long, and it’s blow-dried in a moment.
He removed the blow dryer and set it aside, heading toward the couch, looking like he was really ready to settle in for the night.
The couch wasn’t long enough to fully accommodate Baird Lane, and as soon as he sat down, Christine White felt like he had taken up half of the couch, let alone what it would be like to lie down.
Thinking about it, Christine White sighed, “That …”
“Hmm?” Baird Lane looked toward her.
Christine White patted the spot beside her, “You sleep here, the hospital bed isn’t very wide, but it’s enough for two.”
Baird Lane didn’t expect her to actually let him sleep on the bed, a slight hint of micro-surprise skimmed the bottom of his deep eyes, but it quickly disappeared and a faint smile surfaced, “No, you sleep.”
“Okay, come over here, if you do sleep on the couch all night, your back is going to be sore the next day.” Christine White patted the spot beside her again.
Baird Lane’s thin lips curled slightly, “You’re concerned about me?”
“Nonsense, you’re my husband, if I don’t care about you, who does?” Christine White rolled her eyes.
He’s not asking for nothing.
“Since you’re so concerned, I’ll satisfy you.” Baird Lane didn’t countenance her rude remark and got up and walked over to her.
Christine White huffed breathlessly.
Quietly what did he say by that?
It was as if she had begged him by letting him sleep here.
With that in mind, Christine White still lifted the covers off her side, “Come on up.”
Baird Lane took off his shoes and got into bed, laying down beside her and reaching out to scoop her into his arms.
Christine White was startled, her body stiffened, and she hurriedly said, “What do you want?”
Baird Lane frowned, “Sleep, what do you think I want?”
Christine White clasped her small hands together, “I’m pregnant now, you can’t …”
“I know, I wasn’t going to touch you, go to sleep, I’ve got a bit of a headache.” Baird Lane closed his eyes.
Christine White calmed down, her clenched hands loosened, and she stared at him with two big eyes.
She hadn’t slept very well in the past two days, but she had slept a lot, so she wasn’t sleepy at the moment.
Baird Lane, however, seems sleepy and is breathing steadily now.
She recalled that in the past few days, he had barely rested in order to bring down the Dong Clan and capture Owen Dong, and listening to Aunt Lucy, even if he rested, he only rested for two or three hours a day, so it couldn’t be said that he wasn’t tired.
And Baird Lane doesn’t know how much longer he’ll have to go on like this; his body won’t be able to hold out for long.
Thinking about this, Christine White’s heart ached, and she couldn’t help but reach out her fingers and gently brush them over the man’s brow, smoothing out his tightly furrowed brow before leaning back into the man’s arms and closing her eyes as well.
When I woke up the next day, Christine White was the only one left in the hospital bed; Baird Lane had left at some point, and the spot where he had been lying was cold, so I guess he should have left early.
“Ma’am.” Aunt Lucy pushed open the door to the hospital room and came in from outside.
Christine White was eating and looked up at her, “What’s wrong?”
“The hypnotist that Mister arranged for the second youngest is here, do you want to go over there and check it out? Dr. Norton is there too.” Aunt Lucy asked.
Upon hearing this, Christine White hurriedly put down her chopsticks, “Go, of course.”
With that, she flew out of the hospital room and ran to Hugh Dong’s.
Outside the ICU ward, Ives Norton stood in the doorway, talking to a middle-aged male doctor, also in a white coat, about something.
Christine White had just walked over when Ives Norton saw her, stopped talking to the male doctor, and asked her, “What brings you here?”
“Baird said he found a hypnotist for Hugh Dong, so I came over to check it out.” Christine White returned while scanning the middle-aged male doctor, “Is this the one?”
“That’s right, this is Dr. Chen, a famous hypnotist and psychiatrist in China.” Ives Norton introduced with a smile.
Once Christine White heard this, she hurriedly greeted, “Hello Dr. Chen.”
“Hello, Mrs. Lane.” Dr. Chen returned the smile.
Christine White looked at the ward behind him, “Dr. Chan, will he wake up?”
Dr. Chen flipped through the medical record book in his hand, “I’ve only looked at Mr. Dong’s written condition, I haven’t personally diagnosed the specifics yet, so I can’t say for sure if he’ll wake up or not.”
“That’s right, Dr. Chen just arrived as well, I’m in the process of handing over Hugh Dong’s health to him, he hasn’t gone to see Hugh Dong in person yet.” Ives Norton also said.
Christine White’s eyes dimmed, “So that’s how it is.”
“Don’t worry, Dr. Chen will do his best to wake up Hugh Dong.” Ives Norton put his hand on Christine White’s shoulder and softly comforted her.
Christine White tugged desperately at the corner of her mouth and didn’t answer.
Full power ah …
It’s not like it’s a certainty!
Seemingly seeing what Christine White had in mind, Ives Norton removed his hand and touched the tip of his nose, then coughed lightly and changed the subject, “Dr. Chen, why don’t you go in first and take a look at him.”
“Good.” Dr. Chen nodded at him and Christine White and took the chart binder into the ICU.
Ives Norton straightened the white coat he was wearing, “Christine, why don’t you go back to the ward, and I’ll have someone let you know if there’s anything going on.”
Christine White shook her head, “I’ll go back later.”
She wanted to see if Dr. Chen’s treatment, had any effect.
Ives Norton got her point and stopped trying to talk her out of it and followed her into the ICU.
Christine White probably waited outside for over an hour before the treatment inside was over.
Dr. Chan came out with Ives Norton one after the other.
Christine White hurriedly stopped them, “Dr. Chen, how is it?”
She asked nervously.
Dr. Chen locked eyes with Ives Norton, then shook his head, “It’s hard.”
“What?” Christine White’s little face instantly went much whiter, “It’s hard?”
“Yes, it’s much, much harder than I thought.” Dr. Chen said back.
Christine White swayed as if she was going to fall to the ground.
Ives Norton walked over quickly and pulled her to her feet, “Is everything okay?”