Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 186

His eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were long and reserved, and his lips were perfect under his proud and charming nose. He had a man's most attractive lemon chin, which was extremely sexy and graceful.

Moira had to admit that this man was somewhat against the rules.

She thought he was staring at the computer and typing on the email. Unexpectedly, he asked her, with a charming look in his eyes, "Do I look good?"

Moira immediately choked a bit as she turned away with her face slightly flushed. He actually knew that she was looking at him.

"Then... That's it!" Moira stammered in reply. She was not good at flustered.

Sage smiled, "Do you like it? I'm your future man, so it wouldn't be a loss if you said I'm good-looking."

Moira forced herself to calm down. This man was her man! When did she agree with him?

"Last night, you took the initiative to rely on me. Didn't you want to let that mother and daughter know that you are my woman? If you want to put on an act, you have to put on an act. If you get exposed, you'll look bad." Sage continued.

Moira was secretly embarrassed. As a matter of fact, the man had an insight into everything, and he had made such a clear analysis of her psychology.

Indeed, Melissa and her daughter should be mad right now! They were most worried that they would be suppressed, and now, Sage's status was undoubtedly a threat to them.

"I permit you to be my woman in the outside world." After Sage finished speaking, he gently closed the computer, and with a sense of pressure, his slender body sat down beside her.

Moira immediately swallowed her saliva and looked at him nervously.

Sage looked at her and laughed, "The doctor said that with your current condition, you need to be covered in sweat to reduce the fever. I actually have a good idea."

Moira's brain felt as if it had been injected with paste today. Her reaction time was slower by half a beat. She blinked her eyes and asked seriously, "What method?"

"A sport." Sage smiled warmly.

Moira frowned, "Do you think I have the strength to go exercise now?"

"There is a type of exercise where you don't need to put in the effort. You just need to lie down! I can help you sweat, can't I?" Sage hinted a little more clearly.

Moira's brain exploded slightly. What was this man thinking! She immediately reached out to push him away, refusing directly, "No way!"

Sage saw that she was so scared that her face was flushed red, and she started laughing, "Alright! In the afternoon, I will walk with you and make you sweat."

Ten-odd minutes later, Sage and Moira went out for lunch together. The elevator stopped on the 25th floor.

With a ding sound, the elevator opened. Coincidentally, Morgan was standing inside.

Moira was shocked, but before she could react, the man beside her naturally held her hand and walked in.

Morgan's gaze clearly flashed with the color of injury as she and Sage stood in the front.

"Honey, what do you want for lunch?" Sage embraced Moira's shoulders, and his thin lips snuggled up into her hair as he gave him a warm kiss.

Moira's body stiffened. Could this man not be like that?

Sage's eyes flashed with a wicked smile. He extended his hand and combed through the hair by her ear, and started laughing softly and warmly, "Look, you're sweating, did you just tire yourself just now?"

Moira's heart tightened. She knew that Morgan fought against Sage, not because of her but because they are rivals.

Sage laughed coldly, "Then come at me, I'm not afraid of you."

Morgan gave one last glance at Moira, "Moira, I won't disturb your life. You must be happy."

With that, Morgan took the lead in leaving.

Behind him, Sage watched him coldly with her eyes as she heaved a sigh of relief. She was happy for Morgan who was able to break free from the shackles of her past relationship.

However, the enmity he had with Sage worried her.

Moira stared blankly at him. Holding her small hand, she squinted her eyes and asked, "Are you worried about him or about me?"

Moira looked up but did not hide her true thoughts, "I'm worried about you."

After Sage finished listening, the corner of his mouth raised up in a good mood. "Don't worry. I definitely won't make you worry."

Moira kept rebutting his words, but she hoped that what he said was true. She hoped that Sage really had the ability to stand tall in the market and become the king forever.

She was not only thinking of him as her son's father, but she also had a feeling. There was another feeling she could not say.

In short, she would firmly stand by his side in the battle between Morgan and Sage.

Morgan had become her eternal past, and will this man be her future?