Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 109

"Moira!" The voice bellowed out word by word while gnashing its teeth.

At this moment, Moira felt her hands sticky. She said to Libby, who was leaning against the paper, "Give me some paper. My hands are too sticky."

This sentence caused Sage who was listening to it to stop breathing. Sticky? Take the paper? What did this woman do for Morgan? Sage's imagination had always been good. As a man, Sage could instantly understand this sort of thing.

"Moira, you're too shameless." Sage roared at the microphone as Moira directly stepped over his bottom line.

In his heart, this woman was dirty, filthy to the point of disgust.

Moira was just taking the paper from Libby and wiping her hands when she heard Sage's shout from the other side of the phone. She jumped in shock and hurriedly grabbed her phone, asking angrily, "What happened to me? How did I offend you?"

At this moment, Moira saw that Libby was about to remove the mask. She raised her head and begged Libby, "Libby, take off my mask as well. It's so dry. I'm not feeling well."

"Alright!" Libby nods and removes the mask for her.

Yet these voices had also reached Sage's ears. Both sides of the hall were quiet, and the voices were exceptionally clear.

Mask, sticky? Libby?

"Moira, say it again. Who are you staying with?" Sage asked with narrowed eyes.

"I'm with my good friend, Libby, what's the matter? What's troubling you?" Moira asked angrily.

On the sofa, all of the nerves in Sage's body seemed to have relaxed. He rested his head back against the sofa, somewhat tired. Even the anger in his voice had died down, becoming surprisingly cold. "It's nothing. You're not coming back to sleep tonight?"

"If my son doesn't go home, then I won't go back."

"I'll bring him back tomorrow."

"Forget it, my son and I have agreed on I will go to see a show the day after tomorrow. He will stay at your house for the time being." After she finished speaking, Moira directly hung up.

This woman actually dared to hang up on him. Sage frowned. However, compared to the mistake he had just made, this displeasure didn't matter at all. Damn it, at that moment just now, he truly had the urge to kill someone.

It was as if the prey he had set his eyes on had suddenly run off of its own accord.

But luckily, she was still his woman and didn't run away.

Inside Libby's apartment, Moira was staring at the ceiling with an extremely depressed expression. She was extremely displeased with Sage's words just now. What did he mean by she was too shameless? What did she do? Let this man scold her in such a manner?

"Moira, what did Sage say to you on the phone just now? to make you so angry." After wearing the moisturizer, Libby patted her delicate face as she came out.

Libby had long accepted the media's unscrupulous approach. However, she looked at the photo carefully and said to Moira, "Maybe it was an employee who wanted to earn some extra money and secretly took a picture of you."

Libby looked down and saw that all of the comments made by Bertram's fans had exploded. They were all together, with the male Goddess standing together.

"Look, the fans of Bertram are very fond of you! They' re very optimistic about your relationship."

"Alright, you don't have to join in on the fun. I don't want to cause any trouble for Bertram." Moira had never thought of becoming famous.

Libby smiled as she comforted Moira, "Don't worry, matters on the internet will soon disappear. You might be forgotten if something happens to one of the top celebrities."

Moira nodded. She could only silently wait for this scandal to disappear.

At noon, Sage's personal assistant, Luke, knocked on the door and said, "Boss, you should take a look at this matter."

Sage narrowed his eyes and waited for Luke to hand over the IPAD. He took it and looked at it. It was an open web page, and the photo on the web page was impressively a picture of Moira and Bertram.

Judging from the photos, they were probably in the backstage of Lorelei's concert. On the screen, Bertram was holding Moira in his arms, gazing at her lovingly. There were two other people sitting close to the piano, playing and looking at each other.

"Boss, do we need to take care of this matter?" Luke said. This was definitely the mother of the young master. If such a scandal were to spread, it would definitely affect the young master.