"Are you not expecting me to come back?"
He crossed over to the person in front of him with a cold face and headed for the couch.
"I-I certainly didn't think so!" Christine White laughed stiffly, "It's just that you came back so suddenly and didn't tell me ... I just didn't react ..."
In these three years, she used to look forward to his return day and night, but the number of times she was disappointed was so high that she gradually stopped looking forward to it.
But at this very moment, he came back without saying a word! And had that kind of relationship with her, how was she supposed to react to that!
Christine White tensed her heartstrings and cautiously walked across to him and sat down, trying to regain her identity as a wife.
He did not look at her, but only spoke coldly, "From now on, I will live here."
"What ... !" Christine White choked on herself and held her red face as she looked at him incredulously.
Baird Lane looked out of the corner of his eye in a slightly displeased manner, frightening her so much that she hurriedly covered her mouth for fear of disturbing him.
After waiting a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "You, why do you suddenly want to come back and live here?"
"Hmm?" Baird Lane intensified his frown, remembering correctly that this was a villa in his name and the woman sitting across from him was his legal wife.
Now, his wife is asking him why he wants to live with her.
Even last night's normal conjugal behavior was assumed by her to be a thief entering the house and raping the mistress on sight.
He sank his face and put his glass down, not interested in continuing this boring topic, and got up to explain, "Aunt Lucy had breakfast ready before she left the house, so I'll drop you off at work when you're done."
"Okay, okay ..."
She winced, if it weren't for the man's terrifying aura, she'd be asking right now "Are you sick?"
He's obviously the one who left her in this villa for three years without a care in the world, and now he's not only saying he wants to come back and live here, but he's also sending her to work?
What's wrong with that?
Or had Cupid finally realized she existed?
"But ... will this trouble you?" She squeezed her hand in a formal manner, her relationship with him ... It wasn't good to ride in his car to work on the first day, was it?
"You're perfectly free to refuse, I'm not forcing you." Baird Lane glanced coldly.
Christine White was so scared that she hurriedly stood up, "No, no, no! I didn't mean it like that, and I was just talking nonsense about those words just now! Wait for me, I'll go change my clothes right away, it'll be quick!"
Baird Lane watched as she ran upstairs in a panic, and not long afterward came back down gasping for air.
Without waiting for him to say anything, Christine White shoved the bread from the table into her mouth and ate everything as fast as she could.
She wouldn't dare disobey the man at this juncture!
After the breakfast that nearly choked her to death, she grabbed her bag, slipped on her heels, and followed Baird Lane to the limo parked in her garage.
As she got into the passenger seat and closed the door behind her, the scent of male-only cologne wafted from the tip of her nose, tugging at her heartstrings.
Christine White blushed slightly and couldn't help but think about last night, her heart beating even faster and she didn't dare to speak.
Baird Lane didn't pick her up along the way, either.
Half an hour's drive later, they had come from the villa area to the bustling city center, where they could see the modern commercial buildings ahead of them from a distance.
Christine White looked up out the window and reached out to point to the intersection in front of her, "I'll just get off at that intersection, the company I work for is right there."
She didn't want this limousine parked in front of the company to attract the slander of her coworkers.
"Here?" Baird Lane frowned lightly and pulled into the intersection as she'd requested.
"I'm so sorry you had to drive me to work today." Christine White unbuckled her seatbelt to get out of the car.
"Later."
The person beside her suddenly spoke up and called out to her.
"Yes?" Christine White stopped her movements suspiciously, froze and met the man's gaze with a few cold glances, and wondered what he was thinking, her brow furrowed in a tight frown.
Could it be that ... the man realized that he had left her out in the cold for three years and intended to take this opportunity to apologize to her?