Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 212

The man on the other side cut his steak gracefully. Looking at how hard she was using her strength, he really didn't know what this woman was thinking all day.

However, there was one thing that he was sure of. This woman definitely did not think of him all day long.

After eating, Moira saw that it was still early, so she turned to the man beside him and said, "You don't have to send me back, you can go back to your home! I can stop the taxi."

"How can I let you go back so late? What happened to you that I could explain to my son?" As Sage said this, he domineeringly grabbed her wrist and walked towards his car.

Moira thought, even if he was that happy to see her off, she would not be so unreasonable. She sat in his car, just in time, they were not far from her house, it only took twenty minutes to get there.

Moira got off the carriage and carried her chest from the back. Just as she was about to wave goodbye to the man with the Driver, he saw him bringing her car key with him as she got off the carriage.

"You ... Why did you get out of the car?" Moira looked at this man in shock. Why did he get off the car as well?

"We'll live here together." Sage raised his eyebrows.

Moira's dangerous nerves immediately tensed up. She suddenly realized that there was a problem, and thought that she could live separately from him. Turns out, in this man's mind, she didn't think that way at all.

"I want to live alone tonight. I want to be alone." Moira expressed it more clearly, but her tone was gentle and she did not argue.

Sage turned his head and glanced at her, "My house is also upstairs."

Moira choked, her beautiful face turning slightly red, could it be that she was overthinking it?

He just went back to his place?

Moira stopped worrying about this point. In any case, if her son was not home, she didn't want those warm and unclear things to happen with him anymore.

It wasn't that she hated him, she just felt that some actions were enough, and she didn't want to go any further.

In the elevator.

Moira held the box silently, while the lid of the box was opened wide, revealing a picture of her and Morgan holding hands, with the big thorns appearing at the top.

Sage's figure was tall and big. He did not need to go through so much trouble to once again witness this woman and Morgan's sweet past.

A cold light flashed in his eyes. He reached out to snatch the box from her hands. "I will destroy these things for you."

Moira was startled, and subconsciously wanted to snatch it back, "No need, I can handle it myself."

Sage slightly struggled as he said resolutely, "I will handle this matter more cleanly than you."

Sage did not want her to come into contact with these photos again. Women were all soft and sentimental creatures, what if one of the photos made her think back to the past and she had some kind of old feelings for Morgan?

Or was there a photograph that meant something to her, and she picked it up and kept it?

Thinking about this, Sage would definitely not let her touch these photos again.

Sage angrily threw the case onto the floor. Then, he took out a pair of scissors from the side, squatted down, picked up a cute photo frame and opened it, then took out the photo inside, which he cut without hesitation.

As if he was sever the relationship between Moira and Morgan, he would show no mercy and use his actions to sever all relations between them.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten minutes had passed. Sage's floor was littered with sheared photos, yet he had never patiently done something so boring before.

However, every time he picked up a photo, he would have to endure the boredom and admire it once. He was really unhappy in his heart, seeing the young and immature woman in the photo, giving all her girlish times to Morgan, made him extremely angry.

Damn it, why didn't he know this woman earlier? He should have seen her five years ago, then put the events of that night on her head and made her responsible for him.

It was not that he had lost five years, only to find her and waste five of his time.

In the cold hall, Sage's luxurious figure was sitting on the floor. In the air, one could only hear a crisp and pleasant breaking sound, and every picture was cut by him into pieces.

A thick black mist completely gathered in the depths of Sage's brows; that was the fury that was continuously rising from his chest.

Through these photos, he had experienced all of Moira's and Morgan's kindness once. This woman was now like a rose with thorns towards him.

Damn, what a difference in treatment! The more Sage cut, the angrier he got, and his attacks became more ruthless.

Under the light, if someone saw this scene, they would find it very funny. This was because this man exuded a satanic aura, yet he was acting like a child.

However, who cares? Sage did not care anymore, he just wanted to turn all the photos that this woman was still yearning for, into ashes.