Seize His Little Wife

Without giving it much thought, Baird Lane could feel himself getting a little sleepy as well, and after rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes as well.

This night, the couple stayed in the tourist building instead of going back to the hotel.

Cici Jagu over at the hotel waited until midnight and didn’t wait for Baird Lane to go back, instead she was greeted by someone from the hotel, embarrassed and awkward.

The next morning, Baird Lane woke up and Christine White was still awake.

He had to carry her out of here and take a cab back to the hotel.

This time the two didn’t take the hotel’s front door, but went straight back to their suite from the hotel parking lot.

Just back in her room, Christine White woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around at her outstretched surroundings, “Honey, we’re back?”

“Uh, back.” Baird Lane brought her a glass of honey water.

Christine White took it and tilted her head back to take a sip, her spirits were much better, “Honey, we’re leaving today, aren’t we?”

“That’s right, the tickets are booked and I’ve packed my bags, so come on, go down to breakfast and after that we’ll go to the next stop.” Baird Lane held out his hand toward her.

Christine White, knowing that this seemed like he was going to pull her up, smiled, put the honey water down, and put her hand up.

Baird Lane gripped her hand tightly and pulled her up from the bed.

Christine White got out of bed and yawned as she headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up.

After washing up, the two of them walked out the door hand in hand and went to breakfast.

After breakfast, the two were taken directly to the airport in a hotel car.

Over the next two weeks, Christine White and Baird Lane traveled to several more countries.

After the tour, the two finally arrived at the last stop of their honeymoon, the country where Tim’s father and mother were.

The two had just left the airport when a middle-aged man walked towards them, walking up to them and bowing slightly, “Miss, Mr. Lane, it’s finally time for you.”

“Uncle Wang, long time no see, missed you.” Christine White looked at the middle-aged man, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly went forward to hug him.

Uncle Wang also hugged her back very favorably, “I miss you too miss.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Uncle Wang is so nice.” Christine White smiled.

Baird Lane stood by, watching the scene with indifference, and coughed lightly to remind her if she had forgotten him as a person.

Christine White froze and immediately reacted, letting go of Uncle Wang and pulling over Baird Lane’s arm, “Uncle Wang, this is my husband, husband, this is Uncle Wang, The Camp Family’s butler.”

“Hello.” Baird Lane extended his hand toward Uncle Wang.

He saw out that this Uncle Wang liked Christine White very much.

Guess those six years must have been good for Christine White.

And it was natural for him to be friendly to those who were kind to her.

“Hello Mr. Lane.” Uncle Wang also shook hands with Baird Lane in a hurry.

Christine White asked, “Uncle Wang, what brings you here?”

“I’m here specifically to pick you guys up, Master and Madam said that you guys are coming over today, so they let me come.” Uncle Wang replied with a smile.

Christine White nodded, “I see, Mom and Dad are pretty thoughtful.”

She also just before she got on the plane, told Timothy’s father and mother that they were coming today.

I didn’t expect that Tim’s father and mother would just send Uncle Wang over to pick up the airplane, which was really sweet.

“Yes, Master and Mrs. considered carefully, originally Mrs. was ready to come over, but the group suddenly had to have a meeting, so Mrs. went over together.” Uncle Wang regretfully sighed.

Christine White waved her hand, “It’s fine, it’s good that mom isn’t coming, let’s go Uncle Wang.”

“Let’s go, the car is right outside.” Saying that, Uncle Wang pulled a suitcase from Baird Lane’s hand and headed out of the airport.

Baird Lane freed up a hand just enough to go hold Christine White’s, and the two got into the car behind Uncle Wang and headed for The Camp Family.

The Camp Family stayed at an estate, which was huge.

After getting out of the car, Baird Lane took a moment to survey the estate.

This is where Christine White has lived for the past six years, and he’s had a good look at it.

But after looking at him for no more than a moment, Christine White took him by the arm, “Okay Baird, go inside.”

“Uh-huh.” Baird Lane nodded.

When they entered the manor, Timothy’s father and mother were not there, so Uncle Wang had to entertain them himself.

After a few moments of hospitality, he went to order the kitchen to prepare lunch.

“Christine, show me to your room.” Baird Lane said looking at Christine White.

Christine White put down the fork she was eating fruit with, “Okay, go.”

She pulled Baird Lane’s hand up the stairs to her room.

Her room was large and luxurious, and it was obvious that Timothy’s father and mother really did treat her like a daughter, without the slightest bit of shortchanging.

Baird Lane wanders through Christine White’s room and finally his eyes are drawn to a photograph above the bed.

He picked up the picture and looked at it for a moment, his eyebrows wrinkled, “That’s not you!”

Though the person in the photo, had a mole under the corner of her eye just like her, he could sense that it wasn’t her.

“It’s Christine Camp, the real Christine Camp right?” Baird Lane asked, turning around with the photo.

Christine White smiled and hmmm’d, “Yep, that’s her.”

“Why do you have a picture of Christine Camp in your room? And didn’t Christine Camp die when she was a teenager, but the person in the photo is about your age …”

“The photo is a composite, it was put together by having someone extrapolate what Christine Camp will look like when she grows up, based on what I look like, and as for why I have a photo in my room, of course there’s a reason for that.” Christine White took the photo and touched it.

“What’s the reason?” Baird Lane asked, looking at her.

Christine White laughed a little and put the picture down, “After my facial surgery, I underwent a memory transplant, taking Christine Camp’s memories and transplanting them into my own mind so that I could be Christine Camp without a hitch, as you know. ”

Baird Lane nodded, “That I do know.”

“But the memory transplant wasn’t as simple as that, after all, they were foreign memories, not my own, and it was a very painful thing to integrate them completely, and during that time, my memories and Christine Camp’s memories were so jumbled up with each other in my head that I couldn’t tell who I really was.”

Speaking of this, Christine White’s eyes showed some fear and her body tensed up, “After my brother found out about my condition, he brought this picture for me to look at all the time, reminding me that even if I transplanted Christine Camp’s memories, I wasn’t the real Christine Camp, and he wanted me to fuse the Christine Camp’s memories, not be replaced by Christine Camp’s memories.”

Hearing this, Baird Lane’s pupils crinkled, “Replaced by Christine Camp’s memories?”

“That’s right, during that time, my memories, were suppressed by Christine Camp’s memories, and if it wasn’t for my brother reminding me, and where else to get a picture, Christine Camp’s memories would have swallowed mine completely, and by then, I wouldn’t be Christine White, but the real Christine Camp anymore.” Christine White swallowed and said with some trepidation.

It had been so long ago, but it still scared her every time she thought of is time.

Consumed by Christine Camp’s memories, the world is no longer Christine White, but Christine Camp returned from the dead.

Baird Lane, also a little frightened, held her in his arms, “I’m sorry for all of this, it’s all me, if I hadn’t been so indecisive in the first place, you wouldn’t have been taken by Molly Bort.”

“Well, it’s all in the past.” Christine White dutifully leaned into his arms and smiled softly.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and Timothy’s mother came in from outside, “Christine, Baird, what are you doing, come out …”

Before the words were finished, when the mother of the hour looked at the two people embracing each other, the words that followed were suddenly stuck in her throat and didn’t come out.

After a few seconds, Timothy’s mother smiled in embarrassment, “So what, mom I didn’t see anything, you guys go on, you guys go on.”

When she finished, she closed the door behind her.