Chapter 36: His Ex-Girlfriends
The next day, Christine White wakes up sore and without Baird Lane by her side.
She was lost for a moment, then a faint sweetness welled up in her heart.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.
Last night she was the one who really felt the joy of being a woman.
No this pleasure didn’t last long though, before his eyes were drawn to the bag of papers at the foot of the bed.
What’s that?
Christine White sat up wrapped in the covers and reached for the paper bag.
She flipped both sides of the pouch up and down first and didn’t see anything before opening it up.
Removing the contents, Christine White fixed her eyes on them and all expression froze on her face.
This is …
Bone marrow donor letter?
Christine White’s hand holding the bone marrow donation letter slowly tightened, and the sweetness in her heart dissipated, replaced by a faint sadness.
“Still can’t wait.” She smiled to herself.
Baird Lane did say for her to sign today.
But I didn’t expect that he would put this on her bedside early in the morning waiting for her to wake up and sign it, as if he was afraid she would back out.
It’s a bad feeling to not be trusted in this way!
Christine White looked up at the ceiling and wanted to cry a little, but couldn’t, so she could only sit on her bed and stare at the donation book.
After a moment, she smoothed out the pinched and wrinkled areas of the donation book, then peered over and pulled open the bedside drawer, from which she removed a pen and tremblingly signed her name.
After signing it, she wasn’t interested in looking at the donation in detail, so she just fished through the paper bag to put it back in, and fumbled with her cell phone to send a message to Baird Lane to tell him that she’d signed it.
Soon after, the phone rang, a call from Baird Lane.
“Hello?” Christine White answered on her hands and knees.
“You awake?” Baird Lane’s low voice reached her eardrums.
Christine White held her phone up with both hands and gave a soft hmmm, “I’m done signing.”
“I know, I saw that, you come by the office later and bring the donation book with you.” Baird Lane instructed.
“Good.” Christine White answered.
For the next few moments, both men were silent, unsure of what to say.
If it weren’t for the sound of shallow breathing, Christine White would have thought there was no one on the other end of the line.
She was even less sure why Baird Lane hadn’t hung up the phone yet like this, to play silent with her.
“The …,” Christine White spoke tentatively.
Baird Lane picked up, “What?”
“It’s okay, I was just going to ask, when is the surgery?”
“Three o’clock tomorrow afternoon.” Baird Lane’s thin lips flicked up in answer to her question.
“Okay, I remember.” After saying this, Christine White voluntarily cut off the phone, her heart clogging up.
Tomorrow at 3pm …
She just agreed to donate her bone marrow last night, and he turns around and he’s already scheduling the surgery. He really cares about that Molly Bort.
And I’ve never seen him really care about her!
Christine White pushed down the sour emotions in her heart, put her cell phone and file bag aside, and lifted the covers off the bed and headed for the bathroom.
After washing up, she changed and went downstairs.
Aunt Lucy greeted her with a smile, “You’re up ma’am.”
“Well, good morning Aunt Lucy!” Christine White returned the smile.
“Good morning, what would ma’am like for breakfast?” Aunt Lucy inquired.
Christine White thought for a moment, “I don’t want to eat western style, I want something light.”
“Will millet porridge and buns do?”
“Could be.”
“Okay, then ma’am you sit and wait a while, I’ll get ready.” Aunt Lucy wiped her hands on her apron and turned back to the kitchen.
Christine White pulled over a chair and sat down, waiting for breakfast while boredly playing with her cell phone, and as she did so, a web news page popped up.
She was about to cross it over without looking, but then she caught an involuntary glimpse of a name on it that made her stop.
The Molly Bort it says here, is that the Molly Bort?
Christine White wrinkled her eyebrows and clicked into the webpage and began to browse in earnest.
The whole story is roughly about a domestic ballet company that has been invited by Lincoln Stage to perform on the stage this September, which would have been a joyous event that would have delighted the domestic masses.
Unfortunately, however, the White Swan, who plays the lead role, is not from this troupe, but is a foreign dancer who has temporarily retired from dancing due to the illness of the troupe’s main dancer.
“The lead dancer of this troupe is also named Molly Bort and also happens to be sick, is she really alone?” Christine White looked at the word Molly Bort on the news and murmured to herself.
“What are you talking about ma’am, what one?” Aunt Lucy came out with breakfast.
“I’m talking about this.” Christine White handed her cell phone to Aunt Lucy, secretly watching her expression.
If the two Molly Bort’s, are really the same person, then Aunt Lucy will definitely react.
As expected, Aunt Lucy’s face tugged at a muscle as she watched the news.
Christine White confirmed her suspicions and put the phone away, “Aunt Lucy, you still won’t tell me how this Molly Bort is related to Baird?”
Aunt Lucy’s eyes look around sheepishly and she just won’t talk.
“Aunt Lucy!” said Christine White, taking her hand, “just tell me, I really want to know.”
Aunt Lucy was pestered by her with some headaches, “Mistress, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, but back then, the master gave an order that we were not allowed to mention this person again, much less tell you about this matter.”
“But now that Molly Bort has shown up, I’ll still know just as much later even if you don’t tell me now, and you might as well tell me now.” Christine White beamed.
Aunt Lucy couldn’t bear to see her disappointed and sighed helplessly, “Okay, I’ll tell you, but there’s too much I can’t tell you, all I can tell you is that this Molly Bort is Mr. Mister’s ex-girlfriend and that they were once together.”
“Been together …” Christine White repeated the words with a slight movement of her lips, not really much surprise in her mind, but rather a mood that was surely so.
She’d had a suspicion yesterday that that Molly Bort was either Baird Lane’s ex-girlfriend or a White Moon crush.
Otherwise it’s hard to explain why he’s so enamored with Molly Bort.
Surely the most unforgettable ex-girlfriend, for the sake of this ex-girlfriend, he even counted her as his wife’s bone marrow, so it can be seen that he still loves this Molly Bort in his heart.
Christine White clenched the chopsticks in her hands violently, her face unable to hide the worry that Baird Lane would divorce her for Molly Bort and get back together with Molly Bort?
“Ma’am, are you okay?” Aunt Lucy asked cautiously as she looked at Christine White.
Christine White shook her head slightly, suddenly not in the mood for breakfast.
“Aunt Lucy, do you think they’ll rekindle their old relationship?”
She put down her chopsticks, her eyes a little bleak.
Aunt Lucy was startled for a moment by her question, then answered back with an affirmative, “No.”
“Why?” Christine White looked at her.
Aunt Lucy laughed, “Because His Lordship wouldn’t approve at his place, don’t you know ma’am, His Lordship hates that bit of The Bort Family, and besides you and Mr. are married.”
“You can get divorced even if you’re married.” The corners of Christine White’s mouth quirked up in a shibboleth.
Aunt Lucy was so scared that she hurriedly stopped her, “Ma’am, you can’t say such things, what divorce, blah, blah, blah, blah, The Lane Family has never had such an instance of divorce.”
“But I have no confidence.” Christine White slumped on the table, her whole body had little spirit, “Aunt Lucy it’s not like you don’t know, Baird he doesn’t like me or he wouldn’t have left me here for three years without caring about me, but Molly Bort is different, he can take care of her in the hospital all night long, and he even for her also …”
“Still what?” Aunt Lucy looked at her, inexplicably feeling uneasy.