Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 14

In the darkness, she couldn't see the man's face, but she felt that he was strong and muscular.

She could sense his strong male hormone as well as his strength. It frightened and unsettled her.

She had a premonition that this would be a miserable night.

This was a trip before she got married, but she didn't expect she would lose her virginity here. As soon as another woman entered the hall and heard the sound of a woman's desperate sobs upstairs and a man's wild voice, she turned away in fright.

At that night, the man was having sex with the woman again and again.

The man was puzzled with his craziness for the woman. He even thought if he was going to die on this woman's body just now.

When he went out of the bathroom, the woman who had tiredly fainted on the bed had already left. From start to finish, he hadn't seen what she looked like.

Anyway, he didn't want to see her appearance. She was just a tool for solving his sexual desire. Even if he saw her again, he would be annoyed. He had paid for her service and wouldn't remember her anymore.

Just as he was about to open the quilt and go to sleep, suddenly, he noticed the blood on the bed. He was dumbfound for a few seconds. He had told his assistant to find a virgin, and she indeed was.

Three days later.

The sky was cloudy. In the airport, Moira hailed a taxi, being terribly upset. The taxi driver was asking where she was going.

She told him the address of her fiancé, Morgan Sanchez.

What happened at that night was lingering over her like a nightmare, tormenting her.

She even didn't know what she would say when she saw Morgan, but she wanted to see him.

Their wedding ceremony would be held in a week.

Five years later.

In the airport lobby, a woman dressed in a fashionable white skirt walked out, holding a cute little boy's hand, who was as tall as her waist.

The woman elegance gave others a feeling of classical beauty. Her skin was tender as babies', and her eyes were enchanting, and her posture indicated that she was easygoing. Her eyes that were as clear as water, focused on the boy next to her, filled with indescribable gentleness.

She had already become a bright spot in the crowd, and the little boy she holding also attracted attention of all the passengers around her. He was dressed in a fashionable black sweater matched with dark jeans, small gray sneakers. He was oval faced. He had perfect features. Soft black hair covering his plump porcelain-white forehead. At such a young age, he looked like the most eye-catching young model.

He was just a four-year-old child, but people could feel he was a noble gentleman.

"Mommy, will Grandpa really like me?" The little guy looked up at her mother. He was very curious about his grandfather, who he had never met before.

"Of course, he will." Moira smiled as she caressed her son's small head.