Seize His Little Wife

Gates stopped in her tracks, “Secretary White, what can I do for you?”

“This.” Christine White handed him the pouch of papers she was holding.

Gates took it and smiled, “So it’s visa information, don’t worry Secretary White, President Lane called me earlier, I’ll get it done for you.”

“Thank you then.” Christine White bowed slightly to him.

Gates hurriedly took a step back, “Secretary White, make it so!”

Although this woman is not to President Lane’s liking.

But it’s President Lane’s wife anyhow.

This is a gift that he still can’t afford.

“By the way Assistant Gates, has President Lane come to the office yet?” Christine White glanced in the direction of the president’s office out of the corner of her eye.

Gates shook his head, “Not yet, President Lane went to the hospital.”

Christine White’s expression snapped and quickly returned to its natural state, only much less emotional, “So, I see.”

She stepped around him and calmly made her way back to her office.

As soon as she sat down, she fished out a cushion and hammered it hard twice, muttering sourly, “You didn’t go last night, but early this morning, you really can’t let go of Molly Bort!”

After saying that, she couldn’t be angry, and then hammered at the cushion, hammering the cushion changed shape, she felt better in her heart.

“Whew …” Christine White threw back the cushion and let out a long breath to get her mind in the right place, picked up the landline microphone on her desk and dialed a call out.

The call was to the old man, mainly to thank him.

She wouldn’t have been able to go to the reunion if it weren’t for the old man.

After the call, Christine White puts the microphone back and gets to work.

Baird Lane returned at noon, and when he did, Christine White was eating in her office.

“Ives wants you to come to the hospital this afternoon.” He carried the message.

“Going to do what?” Christine White asked with chopsticks in her mouth.

Baird Lane swept the meal in front of her, “Check to see if the myelodysplasia meds worked for you, they didn’t and he’s re-prescribing something else.”

“Okay, I’ll be there this afternoon.” Christine White nodded, then thought of something, “Baird, have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Then eat together.” Christine White whispered as she looked at him hopefully.

“Eat together?” Baird Lane raised an eyebrow.

“Well, Aunt Lucy prepared the lunch, and there’s more than enough for me to eat alone.” Christine White exhibited the lunch box to him.

Ever since Aunt Lucy found out that Baird Lane had bought their company, she had prepared meals for two for her to bring in every day, hoping that she would eat with Baird Lane.

But Baird Lane’s meals were ordered by Gates from the hotel, and she didn’t even get a chance to ask to invite him.

Baird Lane was about to decline Christine White’s offer of a dinner invitation, but upon contact with her expectant gaze, the words of refusal suddenly failed him.

Finally, he gave a slight nod of agreement.

Christine White instantly smiled with her eyes curved and hurriedly put down her chopsticks to help him serve his meal.

During that time, Christine White had the intention to improve the quiet atmosphere in the office by chatting with him over a meal, but when she saw his cold face, she thought better of it.

It wasn’t enough to talk, but she was happy enough to have lunch with him at the office.

Buzz!

A cell phone suddenly rang.

Christine White looked to the man across from herself, “Baird, your phone is ringing.”

Baird Lane put down his dishes to get his cell phone out, glanced at the caller ID, and got up to go to the balcony.

Christine White looked at his back and bit her lip.

Answering a phone call and making a point of going outside to talk about it.

Is that Molly Bort calling?

Thinking about it, Christine White’s mood to eat was gone, putting down her chopsticks and propping up her head to launch herself into a daze.

A few minutes later Baird Lane came back from the phone, “Eat by yourself, I’m going out.”

He removed the coat hanging on the rack.

Christine White snapped back, “Is something wrong with Miss Molly Bort?”

“No, something’s happened at headquarters, I’m going to check it out.” Baird Lane said, striding away.

“So it’s not Molly Bort this time …” Christine White breathed a sigh of relief, but was soon worried again.

He left so quickly, did something big happen at The Lane Family group headquarters?

But his expression looks as if he’s in no hurry …

Christine White thought for a while, didn’t come up with a result, so she stopped thinking about it and silently packed up the dishes to go to the restroom to clean them.

She was sure that Baird Lane, with his abilities, would be able to take care of everything.

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With such mesmerizing confidence in Baird Lane, Christine White tentatively put her heart back into her stomach, wiped her hands clean and went to the personnel department to take a leave of absence, and took a taxi to the hospital.

“Dr. Norton.” Once at the hospital, Christine White went straight to Ives Norton, “I’m coming.”

Ives Norton, who was attending to someone, gave her a false squeeze of his hand, signaling her to wait a moment.

Christine White nodded knowingly and eased her way over to sit down and watch him attend to the others.

I have to say, Ives Norton usually hangs around without a proper form, but once he gets into work, he is extraordinarily charismatic.

He was also handsome, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and for those who didn’t know him, his first impression was that he was gentle and urbane.

But in reality the real him is a dark and prodigal one, and this contrast with his appearance would be what Debby York calls a svelte scum.

“Sister-in-law?” Ives Norton reached out and waved his hand in front of Christine White’s eyes.

Christine White came to her senses, her pupils slowly coming into focus as his face, magnified several times, just appeared in front of her eyes.

She was startled and rose from her position with a sound of miso

And then the top of his head slammed into Ives Norton’s chin unawares.

Ives Norton let out a cry of pain and covered his jaw in agony.

Miss White reacted to what she had done, embarrassed and apologetic, so anxious that she was on the verge of tears, “I’m sorry Dr. Norton, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t think you would suddenly …”

Ives Norton raised a hand, “It’s okay, it’s my own reasons too, I don’t blame you.”

“But …”

“I’m really fine, believe it or not.” Ives Norton let go of his hand, exposing his chin for her to see.

Christine White looked at the reddish patch on his chin and reached out to touch it but didn’t dare.

Ives Norton glanced at her movement and his eyes behind his glasses twinkled as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his chin, “Look sis-in-law, it’s true it’s fine.”

Christine White didn’t realize that there was anything wrong with his behavior, her entire mind was now on whether he was okay or not, she couldn’t care about anything else.

She carefully touched his chin, and after realizing that there was really nothing wrong with it except for a little redness, her lifted heart dropped.

“It’s good that it’s okay, if I really bumped out of it, I might not be able to afford to pay for it.” Christine White put down her hand and said with a bitter smile, in her heart, she felt very ashamed of her own impudence just now.

Ives Norton pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, “It’s not like I had my jaw fixed, what could I possibly bump out of it, so you’re relieved, sister-in-law?”

“Uh-huh.” Christine White nodded.

Ives Norton smiled softly, “Now that it’s down, let’s go, I’ll take you to the checkup.”

“Okay.” Christine White answered, and as soon as she turned around, she met a pair of smirking eyes.

“Molly Bort?” she whispered the name of the owner of the eyes.

Ives Norton heard him, wrinkled his nose, and turned with him.

Only to see the office doorway, and somehow a figure, none other than Molly Bort!

She was sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital gown and holding up a cell phone in her hand.

“How long have you been here?” Ives Norton narrowed his eyes.

Molly Bort glanced at her and finally fixed her gaze on Christine White’s face, “Been here a while, how else would I have seen such a wonderful sight.”

She shook her cell phone, her face as deep as it needed to be.