Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 179

"Sage, please send me to the hospital!" Moira hugged his arm and begged weakly.

Sage smiled at her pitiful look. She was really cute, he reached out and hugged her, Moira instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck and carried her towards the elevator.

Her blurry eyes were filled with confusion, "Sage, where are you bringing me to? I want you to take me to the hospital... Did you hear that!"

"Don't worry, you'll be fine soon." Sage felt that this was the right time. This was the chance for him and her to break through their most intimate relationship.

And, in a moment, in the room, the woman would be begging him.

He would be happy to be her antidote.

The elevator flew at high speed towards the 48th floor. Very quickly, it opened with a ding in a few seconds, and Sage carried Moira to his room that he had slept in tonight. After swiping the card, Sage closed the door, and carried her towards the large double bed.

Moira dizzily watched as Sage took her into the hotel, and there was even a bed here. Although her consciousness was not clear, a dangerous aura still enveloped her.

She suddenly shouted angrily, "Sage... Why did you bring me to this room?"

Sage took off the suit that was in his way and walked closer to her. Seeing that her eyes were clearly cloudy and she was panting heavily like a kitten staring at him angrily, Sage longed for her red lips that had been stuck there for an entire night. He pulled her into his embrace.

Moira snuggled up to him without any resistance. In the next second, her chin was lifted and a male aura pounced down. The man's lips directly grabbed onto her red lips.

Kiss... They all arrived in a domineering manner.

Moira was slightly flabbergasted. What did this man do?

Wait...

Why did she feel so good?

When she finally reacted, she actually took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and cater to him for quite a while.

No, how could she not love herself?

However, her body had been replaced by a strange feeling, making her desire to be touched by this man even more for the first time ...

In Moira's mind, she suddenly realized something. Her current condition, could it be that she was not sick, but had drunk the wrong thing?

Sage brought out the last cup of fruit juice in front of her. Ever since she drank that cup of fruit juice, she felt that something was wrong.

Damn it, had this man drugged her?

This thought caused Moira's mind to explode. She never thought that he would be such a despicable bastard, to actually use such a despicable method.

She was very angry and immediately reached out to push him. She felt weak, but she still forcefully pushed and hit him. She wanted this man to stop and not to do this to her.

Sage felt her strong protest, so he could only leave her mouth and look at her with squinted eyes, "What? Isn't it painful?"

Moira immediately retreated to the other side of the bed and stared angrily at him, "Sage ... What did you give me to drink?" What's with you ..."

Sage suddenly slapped her angrily: You try moving once more, I won't be polite, if you don't believe me, try it.

Moira was in so much pain that her eyes turned red. Did this man have to be so violent?

Sage carried her into the bathtub and directly injected cold water into the bathtub. When the cold water touched Moira, she immediately shivered, then miserably lied down in the jar of desire, looking at the man squatting beside her. A pair of eyes as thick as the night stared at her, as though she was a hunter staring at prey, containing a trace of resentment.

She shivered. Sage looked at her cold bath with a bit of ridicule and said with a sneer, "Are you feeling good?"

Moira felt a cold sensation dispelling the burning heat in her head. At that moment, although she was trembling from the cold, she was willing to accept it.

Her face was still flushed red as she raised her eyes to look at him. "It really isn't you?"

Sage used a lot of strength and knocked her on the head, "What kind of person do you think I, Sage, am? If I want a woman, do I need to rely on this method? To me, a woman is but a flick of a finger."

As Moira listened, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of resentment rise, she bit her lips, this man truly did not lack women, he did not need to flaunt his charm in front of her.

Sage suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, he snorted: "However, I do not want ordinary women."

Moira was too lazy to bother with him. Whether he wanted it or not, how many women did he want have to do with her? As long as he wasn't ill and didn't bring his women in front of her son.

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