Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 229

Under the bright crystal light, Sage took off his shirt on the sofa, revealing his sexy and perfect figure. His waist was strong, his chest muscles and stomach muscles were distinct, and her figure was so good that it would make people spurt blood.

Moira brought down the medicinal case, and a faint blush appeared on her white face. This man had displayed his strong side tonight, but now, he had displayed his weakness in front of her.

Moira walked to his side, she looked at the three obvious marks left by the rod on his back, and a pained look appeared in her eyes.

"Let me apply some medicine for you!"

"Wait for me to take a bath first!" After Sage finished speaking, he saw the obvious worry in her eyes, and the corner of his mouth slowly rose a hint of hidden happiness.

Moira sat on the sofa and waited for this man to take a bath. Not long later, Sage came down wearing a pair of pajamas on his lower body.

Moira stood up and then sat down beside her. He took out a bottle of medicinal wine from his medicine case and said, "Wipe this on me!"

Moira stopped all the distracting thoughts, she laid on her hands and after her palms got hot, she started to wipe them on the red seal.

Sage thought that her strength was too light, and said hoarsely, "Use a little more strength."

Moira had no choice but to use a little bit of strength to finish wiping the medicinal wine off his back. She walked in front of him and started to wipe the wounds on his arm.

Today, she was wearing a white dress with a waist-length design that accentuated her delicate and exquisite figure. At this moment, her collar was slightly drooped as she bent over to help him apply medicine.

From the man's perspective, he was able to see the enchanting scene at her collar. The swaying object made the man's throat tighten, and even his gaze became unfathomable. The black desire flowing within was rather obvious.

Moira wanted to see if he was hurt, but when she raised her eyes, she discovered that this man's gaze was on her lapel. She didn't know how long he had been looking at her in this way.

She immediately stood up and covered the front of her shirt with her hand. She felt a little ashamed and angry as she said, "What are you looking at?!"

Sage laughed with interest, "It's pretty nice to watch!"

Moira's face immediately flushed red, "Rascal."

Sage was scolded, but he was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled, which made his smile even more charming, "How do I look like a rascal?"

Towards his face, Moira really didn't know how to refute. This man really didn't look like a rascal, if the rascal looked like him, the woman would probably be willing to take advantage of him!

There was a face, a body, and a pair of charming eyes that could suck out souls.

Moira's heart suddenly jumped a little, she saw that she had almost cleaned up, she bent down to tidy up the medicine box, picked it up and went upstairs, and when she was in the car, she broke out in a cold sweat, which was also very uncomfortable, so she had to quickly take a bath first.

Moira sat on the bed after showering. She had changed into a set of grey pajamas that were a bit conservative, but right now, she was with her son and she had always been conservative when buying clothes.

She looked at the time and calculated the time. It was four or five in the morning, overseas. She had wanted to call her son, but now was not the time to disturb him.

Now, she really had nothing to do, but felt that her throat was going to go dry. She wanted to drink a cup of water before going to sleep, she thought that Sage must be tired today! He must have gone back to his room to sleep.

Moira thought for a while, then naturally opened the door. Seeing that there was indeed only a wall lamp downstairs, and no sound could be heard, she went downstairs to find some water to drink, feeling at ease.

This sudden confession caused Moira's heartbeat to speed up. She lifted her head and looked at the handsome man who was hidden in the dim light.

If it was the past, Moira would have rejected it, but now, she swallowed her saliva and said, "We'll talk about it next time."

Sage held her waist tightly with one hand and caressed her face with the other, forcing her, "But I want now."

His warm fingers caressed her cheeks, Moira felt an electric current suddenly rush into her four limbs, causing her to turn her head away in panic, "No!"

"Why not?" Sage's voice was hoarse with restraint and his doubts.

Moira frowned, "No!"

"I will be very gentle."

Moira closed her eyes and thought of that night five years ago. She had struggled under his body with a hoarse voice, but he was so heartless and ignored her fear, as she strongly oppressed her.

It was a feeling she would never forget for the rest of her life, an indelible shadow, and now she was afraid of men, more afraid of them, of their intimacy.

Moira still pushed him away and walked up the stairs from his side.

Behind him, Sage stretched out his hand and shakily pulled at her, but he couldn't hold her back. He could only watch as she fled up the stairs in panic, not stopping at all as usual.

He sighed lightly. At this moment, he really had no right to ask for her forgiveness. That night five years ago, he clearly knew how wrong he had been.