Seize His Little Wife

“Hospital.”

“What’s the point of going to the hospital?” Christine White inquired curiously.

Baird Lane replied tersely, “Ives Norton sent you, he found out from me that you fell down the snowy hill as well and sent you over to check it out.”

His eyes darkened as he spoke.

He remembers when Ives Norton heard him say that Christine White had fallen too and looked visibly a little nervous and concerned!

“So it is.” Christine White didn’t notice Baird Lane’s strangeness and smiled indistinctly.

Baird Lane looked at her askance in the afterglow, his voice cold, “You happy to go see Ives Norton?”

“Huh?” Christine White froze, “Why would you say that?”

Baird Lane pursed his thin lips and didn’t respond.

Christine White couldn’t guess what he was thinking and simply kept her mouth shut.

Anyway, he often talked half the time, leaving the other half to be guessed at, and she was used to it.

In the silence, the hospital arrived.

Christine White follows Baird Lane to Ives Norton’s office.

Ives Norton was playing with his cell phone and saw them come in and quickly put it down and looked up and smiled, “There you are.”

Baird Lane nods slightly in response.

Christine White waved at him and greeted him with a smile, “Bothering you again.”

“No thing, I asked Baird to bring you here, are you alright?” Ives Norton got up and poured water for both men.

Christine White shook her head, “It’s okay, it’s just Baird that’s hurt bad.”

“I know, I’ve checked him out and the medical skills of the doctor who operated on him are pretty good.” Ives Norton was carrying two glasses of water, one for Baird Lane and one to hand to her.

Christine White hurriedly took it, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Ives Norton winked at her.

Christine White felt that she was being molested, her small face slightly red, and she quickly changed the topic, “By the way Ives, what kind of examination did you ask me to come over for?”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Of course …”

“Ives?” interrupted Baird Lane just as Ives Norton was about to answer, his voice still icy and terrifying.

“What did you call him?” Baird Lane narrowed his eyes and stared at Christine White.

He’d felt something was off just now when she and Ives Norton were chatting in such a familiar atmosphere.

It’s amazing how affectionately she calls Ives Norton now!

Thinking about this, Baird Lane looked at Christine White with even colder eyes.

Christine White couldn’t help but scowl at his stare, “Baird, I …”

“I don’t have the patience to hear anything else, so I’ll just ask you, what did you just call him?” Seeing that she did not answer directly, Baird Lane pointed to Ives Norton and repeated what he had just said.

Ives Norton, frowned, “Well Baird, what are you doing? It’s just a name calling, is that all you need?”

“As far as that goes?” Baird Lane clenched his fists, “So you accept her calling you that?”

Ives Norton laughed softly, “I told her to yell that.”

“What?” Baird Lane was slightly stunned, “Did you tell her to call you that?”

“Right!”

Baird Lane’s cheeks tightened, “You get out first.”

He said this to Christine White.

Christine White looked at him, and not daring to disobey him, she bowed her head and went out.

The atmosphere in the office tensed as Baird Lane pursed his thin lips, “Why? I remember you used to say that you couldn’t see Christine White as a woman, now why would you agree with her calling you that.”

“And you said that was before.” Ives Norton replied with a soft chuckle as he stuck his hands in the pockets of his lab coat, “Well now, of course, she’s changed her mind.”

“A change of heart?” Baird Lane’s fists clenched tighter.

Ives Norton nodded his head, “That’s right, I couldn’t look at her before because I thought she was just like those vulgar women, but then I realized she wasn’t like that, and since she wasn’t, then of course I’d like to be friends with her.”

“But don’t you think you’re overstepping your bounds?” Baird Lane grunted.

Ives Norton’s eyes flashed, “Oh? Where’s the overstep?”

“You’re way too uptight about Christine White, you were nervous about her when you heard me say she fell off the snowy mountain too.” Baird Lane scrutinized him.

Ives Norton pushed up his glasses, quickly restraining the unreadable look under his eyes, “I’ve always cared about my friends, Baird you’re too sensitive.”

“Am I being too sensitive, or do you have something else in mind for Christine White, Ives Norton, don’t you dare say so plainly.” Baird Lane sneered.

Ives Norton went back behind his desk and sat down, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about Baird, it doesn’t matter if I have other thoughts about her or not, it’s you Baird that matters, you’re so concerned about what she’s calling me right now, so am I to assume that you’re jealous too?”

“I’m jealous?” Baird Lane wrinkled his nose.

Ives Norton picked up a pen on the table and twirled it around, “Yeah, because you’re jealous that’s why you care so much, just like back in the day when Molly Bort called me Ives you were so upset, so am I to assume that you’ve moved on to Christine White. ”

In two or three short sentences, he changed the subject from himself to Baird Lane.

Baird Lane was really taken with it because of the unspoken sentiment in his heart’s eyes.

“I didn’t!” He pursed his lips in retort.

How could he possibly be attracted to Christine White that woman.

He only has Molly on his mind, never Christine White.

He doesn’t recognize it, and he doesn’t accept it!

“Really?” Ives Norton’s eyes reflected back.

Baird Lane’s eyes sank slightly, “Like I said, Christine White and I are two worlds apart, she was never my ideal type.”

“But if ideals and reality are put together, people tend to choose reality, because ideals are ideals after all.” Ives Norton laughed lightly, and then looked serious, “Also, Baird don’t you think you’re being too double standard?”

Baird Lane stared at him coldly, “Double standard?”

“Yeah, you said you weren’t into Christine White, but you cared so much when she just called me a little more intimately, so didn’t you think about whether she was caring again when you called Molly BortMolly?” Ives Norton said with a smirk.

Baird Lane’s pupils quivered, “What the hell are you trying to say?”

“Nothing, just want you to know what you are doing wrong just now, as a husband and wife, you don’t allow Christine White to be so close to other men, but you are so close to other women, don’t you think you are in the wrong?” Ives Norton’s smile turned cold.

Baird Lane narrowed his eyes, “Molly is not another woman.”

“Oh yes, yes, yes, she’s the one you used to love, but so what, you’re in the past, you’re now married to Christine White, and you’ve said that you won’t have anything more to do with Molly Bort, so I hope, Baird, that you’ll put yourself in the right place, and that you won’t regret it in the future.”

With those words, Ives Norton went over and unlocked the door, giving the jittery woman at the door a small smile, “Well, come on in.”

Christine White whipped her head around to look at him, “You guys done talking?”

“Right.”

“So … Nothing happened, did it?” Christine White asked tentatively as she peered into the door behind him.

When she came out, she realized Baird Lane was angry.

She remembers Baird Lane telling her before to stay away from the other man.

He’d hear her call out to Ives Norton so intimately that he’d surely mistake her for something between her and Ives Norton.

“Oh? And what do you think is going to happen?” Ives Norton tickled his lips flirtatiously.

Christine White bit her lip and spoke uncertainly, “Fighting and such ah …”

Ives Norton froze, then laughed out loud, “Gee Christine, you’re so funny, look at Baird’s stoic and aloof image, does he look like someone who would fight?”