Seize His Little Wife

Chapter 687 The Dodge Family Returns Home



“Sorry.” Baird Lane dropped his eyes, guilt in them.

Christine White tapped him on the shoulder, “Shut up, I’m not done yet.”

“So you say.” Baird Lane put her on the couch.

The coffee table in front of the sofa was already set up with food sent up by the hotel staff.

I think it was brought over the moment of the bath, set up, and then quietly went out again.

“Three years later in the back, you came back, but it was for Molly Bort wanting my bone marrow, which is why you changed your attitude toward me so much, becoming less cold and slightly gentler.” Christine White made a little motion.

Baird Lane’s guilt grew in his heart.

Guilty to the point that he couldn’t wait to go back and beat the hell out of himself at the time.

“You’ve been gentle with me, and my nature has slowly begun to become bolder, but even bolder, I don’t dare to let you do anything for me, even if you fall in love with me later.”

Speaking of this, Christine White picked up her fork and speared the steak on her plate, “But later I figured it out abroad, I won’t be in the position of becoming cautious because of love, not daring to do this and that, if you’re willing to serve me, I’ll enjoy it, and if you don’t want to do it either, I won’t force myself on you.”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Who says I don’t, I’d serve you for the rest of my life, my queen.” Baird Lane reached out, and scratched her nose.

Christine White wrinkled the bridge of her nose, “What queen, don’t be ridiculous, but …”

“But what?” Baird Lane took a sip of his red wine and looked at her.

Christine White put down her knife and fork and locked eyes with him, “I still say Baird, if you ever stop loving me, I want you to take the initiative and tell me, not hide it from me, if I know you don’t love me anymore and you don’t tell me, and have another woman on the outside, I’ll kill you.”

That’s how extreme she is right now.

Having crawled out of hell, she would never tolerate any betrayal.

Baird Lane laughed softly before putting down his knife and fork as well, pulling Christine White’s hand over his heart, “I’ve always remembered what you said, don’t worry, you won’t get that chance to kill me.”

“Hopefully.” Christine White drew her hand back.

Baird Lane could see that while she accepted her now, she didn’t fully trust him in her heart.

It was the fault of the past, he had never given her, enough security.

It didn’t matter though, he still had his whole life ahead of him, what about letting her open her heart to him completely.

After dinner, instead of going out, the two stayed in the hotel suite to watch a movie.

The two men in this moment are either the principals of two companies or just plain old fathers curled up on the couch watching a dog and pony movie.

But this quiet time was interrupted by a phone call.

The call was from Ives Norton.

Baird Lane looked at it and answered, “Yes?”

Christine White silently turned down the movie sound.

Ives Norton’s tired voice came through, “Baird, remember what I told you last time, about Nana Dodge coming back home?”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nods.

Ives Norton Glasses Reflections, “She’s really coming back, and more than that, the whole The Dodge Family is moving back.”

“The whole The Dodge Family?” asked Baird Lane, his brow furrowed.

Although Christine White couldn’t hear the content of his phone call, she heard the four words he said and roughly guessed the content of the call, which should be related to that Nana Dodge.

Why else would he mention The Dodge Family for good reason.

“That’s right, I just saw it on the news too.” Ives Norton nodded.

Baird Lane sneered, “What’s the point of coming back, the country’s business market, has been saturated for a long time now, and The Dodge Family will only move an inch if they come back.”

“Who knows, I’m just telling you, and by the way, Nana Dodge has been asking about you lately.”

“Who did she inquire with?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes.

Ives Norton shrugged his shoulders, “Those close to you, surely, won’t say anything, but the employees of The Lane Family Group should be well aware of your whereabouts, after all, the fact that you’re on your honeymoon isn’t a small matter, many people know about it, they just don’t know exactly where you’ll be going.”

Baird Lane squeezed his cell phone, “I see, so where’s Nana Dodge now?”

At the sound of the words Nana Dodge, Christine White pursed her red lips.

Sure enough, she had guessed.

The call was really about Nana Dodge.

“I’m not sure, but I would think that she would have gone looking for you when she inquired about your whereabouts, or of course, she could have just gone back home and waited for you.” Ives Norton gloated.

Baird Lane heard it and his face went horribly cold, “Anything else?”

“Nope, just telling you.” Ives Norton spread his hands.

“Hang up!” Baird Lane said and simply cut the phone off.

“Baird, what did Ives say?” Christine White asked, looking at him.

Baird Lane, though a little peevish about her calling Ives Norton so affectionately, knew that she might not have survived those years abroad without Ives Norton’s care, and so, in peevishness, could not say anything.

So while calling Hugh Dong, he replied, “Ives Norton says The Dodge Family may be moving back to the country.”

As for the fact that Nana Dodge was prying for information about him.

He’d better not say anything in case she got angry.

“The Dodge Family?” asked Christine White, raising an eyebrow and coming to interest, “What kind of existence is this The Dodge Family, anyway?”

“Nothing exists, just a small powerful family, much like The Bort Family of old.” Baird Lane replied blandly.

Christine White lifted her chin in a daze and didn’t ask.

Turns out it’s pretty much the same as The Bort Family, so she doesn’t have to take it to heart.

But The Dodge Family is back, and so will that what’s-her-name Nana Dodge, I guess, and I hope that Nana Dodge doesn’t come back to haunt Baird Lane when she gets back, or else she won’t be able to guarantee that she’ll force The Dodge Family out of the country, that’s how strong she is right now, and she won’t stop at anyone who dares to offend her by staring at her stuff.

Because she’s long gone from the weak and vulnerable Christine White she used to be.

“Nigel,” Baird Lane shouted into the other end of the line as he put the phone to his ear.

On the other end of the phone, Hugh Dong’s face was ugly as he growled, “Baird Lane you’re sick, it’s still the middle of the night on my side, I’ve just fallen asleep, what are you calling me for?”

Baird Lane raised his eyebrows just a little at that, not at all guilty of waking anyone up, but instead ticked the corners of his mouth lightly, “Got something for you.”

“What is it!” Hugh Dong impatiently sat up from the bed and rubbed a handful of hair before turning on the bedside lamp.

Baird Lane leaned back toward the back of the couch, “Does The Dodge Family know?”

Christine White was staring at his cell phone, too.

“The Dodge Family?” frowned Hugh Dong, “What The Dodge Family?”

Baird Lane pursed his lips and told The Dodge Family off.

Hugh Dong heard, a sweep of the heart of the depression, laughed, “So it is again your Baird Lane love debt ah, people chasing you, are chasing to the country, but also brought a family back, Baird Lane you can enough ah.”

“All right.” Baird Lane interrupted with a bad look on his face, “I’m telling you this so you can keep an eye on The Dodge Family to see when The Dodge Family is coming back and where the settlements are, and that Nana Dodge, get someone to keep an eye on her, I want to know her whereabouts. ”

He had to find out if Nana Dodge had figured out his whereabouts and was going back home or had come after him.

“Got it, I’ll keep an eye out for you, anything else?” Hugh Dong yawned.

Baird Lane gave Christine White a look.

Christine White shook her head to indicate she was fine.

Only then did Baird Lane say back to Hugh Dong, “It’s okay, go to sleep.”


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