Seize His Little Wife

Christine White had a nightmare about a man!

She cried out in distress, “Go away … Don’t touch me! …”

Haphazardly struggling hands grazed the man’s cheeks, but in the next instant, the hands fluttered away.

The person who had been right in front of her suddenly disappeared, leaving only a body full of aches and pains to torment her.

Christine White jolted awake and opened her eyes to see the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and everything around her in her familiar décor.

Was it a dream?

She got up and gasped for air, only to feel an ache.

Christine White was instantly shocked when she lifted the covers and took a look!Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

What’s going on!

She was sleeping well in her own home, and she was actually making love with a man?

“Aunt Lucy!” said Christine White as she hurriedly got dressed and ran downstairs, just in time to run into Nanny Aunt Lucy cleaning the living room.

Aunt Lucy turned off the vacuum cleaner in her hand and looked at her in surprise, “I’m here ma’am, what happened to you?”

“Did you see any strangers upstairs this morning? In my room–it seemed as if someone had gone in my room!” Christine White was ghastly white, and could not help trembling at the thought of what had happened in her dream.

“A stranger came in?”

Aunt Lucy panicked and placed the things in her hand, quickly walking to her, “Ma’am, did you see it wrong? I got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast, I didn’t see anything wrong in the house!”

“No way!” She was on the verge of tears, “Aunt Lucy will you come upstairs with me and check? There really is someone! That person-”

“Aunt Lucy, we’re almost out of lozenges at home, so go get some back sometime.” The sound of a door slamming suddenly came from the other side of the liquor cabinet.

Christine White’s entire body froze, recognizing the voice almost instantly!

She twisted her head to look in shock, and was caught off guard to see the man in the white shirt coming over from the side hall with a bottle of red wine in his hand. He casually straightened the collar of his shirt, and his charming collarbone was vaguely visible.

Not seeming to hear what she was saying to Aunt Lucy, Baird Lane went over and got a glass and poured himself a glass of red wine.

“When did you come back? You, what are you doing here?!” Christine White’s eyes widened, never expecting to see him at this time!

Counting the three years, she’d only seen the other woman twice.

The first time was at a wedding and the second time is now.

She drew in a soft breath of cool air, suddenly remembering that this villa was originally his. It was just that in the past three years, he didn’t come back at all, and slowly she forgot about it!

“Oops! Look at my memory.” Aunt Lucy slapped her head and awkwardly explained, “Ma’am, I forgot to tell you just now. Mr. He only came back last night, I was just thinking about telling you.”

“Back last night?” Christine White froze, realizing something with a jolt, “It was back last night? Well, then, then the person I dreamed about last night-”

Oh, my God! That was Baird Lane in my dream last night!

She was so dazed from sleep that she thought she was dreaming, she didn’t even have the extra strength to resist, and she actually just had sex with him?

“Ma’am, you told me there was a stranger in the house … This, this can’t be talking about Mr.”

Aunt Lucy followed up with a bit of an afterthought.

“Aunt Lucy, I didn’t wake up just now.” Christine White turned around awkwardly, not daring to look at the man’s face.

Is Aunt Lucy asking these things to his face because she’s living too comfortably?

He was just thinking about how to gloss over this when the sound of steady footsteps came up behind him.

The man’s low voice rang out, laced with the raspiness of first awakening, “Aunt Lucy, you go out and get the mouthwash tablets first.”

“Yes, sir.”

Aunt Lucy, still unaware of the situation, removes her apron and heads out the door.

The two of them were soon the only ones left in the spacious hall.

Baird Lane looked down at the small woman in front of him and sank back when he saw her eyes flickering and looking like she was about to slip away.

He heard everything she said to Aunt Lucy just now.

The woman, apparently, had forgotten he existed.