Seize His Little Wife

“Christine White?” asked Baird Lane, his brow furrowing slightly.

Christine White hmm a bit.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“I heard you were in the hospital, do you feel uncomfortable?” Christine White asked cautiously as she composed her coat.

On the other end of the line, Baird Lane gave Sickbay a sideways glance, his eyes dark, “Yes.”

“Is it serious?” Christine White straightened her back, her volume amplified considerably, the worry mingled in it quite obvious, “Which hospital are you in, let me come over and check on you.”

“No!” Baird Lane’s handsome face sank, “Are you done with your work?”

Christine White gulped in her throat.

“If it’s not done, then step it up, I want to see it when I get back!”

With that said, Baird Lane cut the phone off.

“Baird, who is it?” A weak, feeble female voice sounded behind her, asking with a curious tone.

Baird Lane’s expression, which had still appeared cold when he heard the voice, transformed into softness in an instant.

“Wake you up?” He twisted around.

“No, the anesthesia just passed and you haven’t answered me yet.” The woman lifted her meaty, bony hand and gently rested it on the back of his.

Baird Lane felt the coldness of her palm and drew back, placing hers under the covers, “An inconsequential person, not to be concerned.”

“So.” The woman smiled weakly and stopped asking, twisting her head away and coughing incessantly, like she was trying to cough her lungs out.

A flash of heartache swept under Baird Lane’s eyes, and he instantly pressed the panic button at the foot of the bed.

A couple of doctors, led by Ives Norton, arrived quickly and after some examination, Ives Norton took off his gloves, “Nothing serious, but we can’t keep putting it off any longer, Baird, get her to sign the bone marrow donation form as soon as possible.”

“A bone marrow donor book?” Molly Bort braced herself and sat up, surprise bursting into her eyes, “Baird, you found a donor?”

Baird Lane, unable to bear her disappointment, slowly spat out the word, “Yes.”

Molly Bort covered her mouth and burst into tears of excitement.

Baird Lane helped her lie down, “Get some rest and don’t worry about anything, I’ve got everything.”

He must not let her die!

“Thank you, Baird!” said Molly Bort, looking at him with emotion.

Baird Lane tucked her in, “No need to say thank you, it’s something I’d do for you willingly! Well, I’ll head back to the office, Ives, keep an eye on Molly and call me anytime if anything happens.”

“Don’t worry.” Ives Norton shrugged his shoulders and laughed softly.

Baird Lane nodded slightly, straightened the creases in his suit, and left the hospital.

Back at the office, Gates’s assistant followed him, reporting on some of the things that had happened in the company during his absence.

Baird Lane responds tersely while walking expressionlessly toward his office.

As he passed one of the secretary’s offices, he glanced in out of the corner of his eye and saw Christine White scrunched up and asleep on her desk.

He frowned, his eyes sullen and unreadable.

“President Lane?” seeing Baird Lane suddenly stop and not go, Assistant Gates closed the file in his hand and looked at him in confusion.

Baird Lane raised his hand, “You wait here.”

With that, he lifted his leg and walked into Christine White’s office.

The office was cool, and Baird Lane narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the air conditioner in the corner, seeing that the temperature on it read only sixteen degrees.

This woman, won’t she just chill herself to death?

Baird Lane walked over to her with a dark look on his face and banged her desk heavily twice, “Christine White!”

Christine White stood up with a jolt of fear and subconsciously returned, “I am!”

“Sleeping during work, is that how you work as a secretary?” Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, his voice icy.

Christine White’s little face went white, now completely sober, “I’m sorry, I was wrong …”

She had waited so long for him last night that she hadn’t gotten more than a few hours of sleep at all before she had accidentally fallen asleep.

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“Write a five hundred word review and get it to me by the end of the day!” Baird Lane ordered.

Christine White responded bitterly, “Yes!”

“Are you done with your work?” Baird Lane asked again.

“Done.” Christine White hurriedly pushed the pile of papers on the table to him, her eyes glowing as she looked at him, like a small animal begging for praise.

Baird Lane’s pupils fluttered violently, and something caught in his throat.