Seize His Little Wife

“Good.” Baird Lane answered, giving Christine White a special deep look before he left.

Christine White, puzzled by his look, thought she had something on her face and couldn’t help but reach out and touch it.

Just at this time Aunt Lucy came over to clean up the dishes, Christine White pulled her and asked, “Aunt Lucy, let me see if I have something on my face?”

Aunt Lucy scrutinized her face, “It’s nothing, how nice to be white.”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“Then why was Baird looking at me so much then.” Christine White muttered suspiciously.

Aunt Lucy laughed, “Probably because she thinks the missus has gotten prettier lately.”

“Getting pretty?” Christine White froze, then burst out laughing, “How can that be, I know how I look, I can just call it a clean cut, where’s the pretty.”

Molly Bort is the pretty one.

It was truly a face like no other she had ever seen, not to be confused with an entertainment star.

Would Baird Lane have looked at her more if she was as good looking as Molly Bort?

“Ma’am, I didn’t tell any lies, after you lost weight recently, you really look a little better than before, before there was still baby fat, now the baby fat is gone, the whole person has grown.” Aunt Lucy said seriously.

Christine White touched her face in a daze, “Could it be true …”

“Of course it’s true, if you don’t believe me, look in the mirror yourself, ma’am.” Aunt Lucy encouraged.

Christine White literally pulled out her own cell phone and turned on the foreground camera to act as a mirror.

With this look, I don’t know if the camera has a face-slimming effect or if it’s really what Aunt Lucy said thus creating a psychological effect.

She felt as if she was thinner than she had been, and slightly better looking that way.

“Ma’am, am I right.” Aunt Lucy looked at her smilingly.

Christine White put away her cell phone and coughed a little embarrassed, “That seems about right …”

“That’s right, Mrs. is actually very good looking, just not so confident, the five features and everything are quite good, especially the eyes …” Speaking of this, Aunt Lucy’s voice suddenly came to an abrupt end, and her face showed a bit of surprise.

Christine White was inexplicably nervous, “Aunt Lucy?”

She waved her hand in front of Aunt Lucy’s eyes.

Aunt Lucy snapped back, “Ma’am, I suddenly realized you look a little like that woman from The Bort Family.”

“Molly Bort, you say?” asked Christine White, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s right, when I looked closely at your eyes just now, I realized they were practically identical to hers, and if I didn’t know your parents were alive and well, ma’am, I would have thought you were sisters.” Aunt Lucy joked.

Christine White was surprised, “Sisters? Are we really that much alike?”

Aunt Lucy nodded her head with certainty, “The eyes are literally identical, as for the rest, there are only some slight similarities.”

Christine White was silent.

She had a vague idea of her own features, only knowing that she looked okay, so she hadn’t thought about it in terms of having a resemblance to anyone at all.

And Aunt Lucy doesn’t lie, so now that she’s said that, it’s clear that Molly Bort and her are really kind of alike.

So could Baird Lane have just looked at her for the same reason?

Thinking about it, Christine White’s heart was a little astringent, and her mind couldn’t help but conjure up all sorts of oddball understudy bridges.

“Ma’am, what are you thinking about? I called you twice without answering.” Aunt Lucy gently tapped her on the shoulder.

Christine White gathered her thoughts and rubbed her cheeks, forcing a smile, “Nothing, Aunt Lucy what did you call me for?”

“I’ve brewed a pot of dragon well in the kitchen, as the master ordered earlier, ma’am, you can bring it up to the master.” Aunt Lucy handed her a task.

Christine White hmmmed, “Good.”

She got up and followed Aunt Lucy to the kitchen.

Aunt Lucy carefully handed her the tray with the teapot and teacups and instructed, “The tea is very hot, ma’am, so slow down on your way up the stairs.”

“Don’t worry.” She nodded assuredly and went upstairs.

Arriving outside Baird Lane’s study, Christine White couldn’t free her hand to knock on the door, so she had to stand and call out, “Grandpa.”

“It’s Christine?” the old man heard her voice and broke off the conversation to instruct Baird Lane, “Baird you get the door.”

Baird Lane frowned, said nothing, and walked over to open the door.

“What are you doing up here?” He asked lightly, looking at Christine White.

Christine White lifted the tray in her hand, “Here’s the tea Grandpa wanted.”

“Give it to me.” Baird Lane held out his hand.

Christine White knew they were talking about something and had no intention of going in, obediently placing the tray in his hands, “I’ll go down first then.”

“Fade.” Baird Lane called to her.

Christine White turned back, “Anything else?”

“Did you tell Grandpa something before?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Christine White didn’t really get it, “When?”

“I was upstairs getting changed.”

“Oh …” Christine White trailed off, remembering, and blushing a little as she twisted the corners of her coat, “It didn’t say much, just that Grandpa asked if we had any more good news.”

“What good news?” This time it was Baird Lane’s turn to be unintelligible.

Christine White ducks her head sheepishly, “It’s just kids …”

Baird Lane’s expression was a little subtle, and quickly returned to its cool indifference, “Other than that?”

“And asked about where we go for company reunions and nothing else.” Christine White answered truthfully.

Baird Lane stared at her silently for a moment, his thin lips quirking, “Got it, you go down.”

“Okay, bye.” She waved a small hand at him and walked away humming softly.

Baird Lane watched her thin figure until she disappeared.

It seems he misunderstood her.

At the time, the old man was looking at him with such disdain that he thought it was because she had told him about the bone marrow.

Let’s ask her if there’s anything she needs to make it up to her later.

With that thought, Baird Lane turned and closed the door behind him and headed back to his study.

“Where’s Christine?” The old man glanced behind him, “Why are you alone?”

Baird Lane set the tray down and poured the tea as he returned flatly, “She just came up here to deliver the tea, she’s already gone.”

“Where was I with you?” The old man took a sip of the tea he handed him.

Baird Lane settled across from the old man, “Looking for someone.”

“Oh yes.” The old man put his teacup down and sighed heavily, “I don’t know what happened to that child now …”

“Should be alive.”

“Who knows, it’s been more than twenty years, the hope of living is slim.” The old man closed his old eyes, his expression sad.

Baird Lane couldn’t bear to see the old man like this, he got up and walked behind him and squeezed his shoulders, “Don’t feel bad grandpa, I’ll find my brother.”

“I hope so.” The old man sighed, but his heart held little hope.

If we could really find it, we would have found it a long time ago, and there wouldn’t be no news for more than twenty years.

His poor little grandson, only two years old was stolen, when it was hard to a bit of news, son and daughter-in-law full of joy to find, but the road accident.

That accident not only took away the life of his son and daughter-in-law, but also the whereabouts of his young grandson, which he had managed to find out with great difficulty, was also lost once again!

“Ah Baird.” The old man turned his head to look at Baird Lane.

Baird Lane stopped what he was doing, “What’s wrong Grandpa?”

“If your brother really can’t be found, you’re my only grandson, and The Lane Family’s legacy must never be broken, do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I know.” Baird Lane nodded.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, “That’s good, how are you arranging for this ancestor sacrifice?”