Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 244

Inside the quiet carriage, the two of them could only hear the sound of breathing. In the darkness, Moira felt like her head was spinning and she couldn't think of anything.

"You ... You should go back." Moira felt that if she continued to stay like this, her IQ would drop.

Because her brain had been in a state of hypoxia.

However, Sage was reluctant, he said to her: "Walk with me, I remember there's a park nearby."

Moira grew up here, of course she knew. She nodded. You can drive over there!"

Sage drove her to the park nearby, and it was already 9 at night, so there were a few people around, so Moira got off the car and walked into a quiet alley. By his side, Sage naturally grabbed onto her hand.

Moira also did not struggle anymore, allowing him to hold her hand. The two of them did not speak, and just continued to walk.

As they walked, Moira felt that she had come to the wrong place, and that on the dark stone chairs by the side, there were men and women who were visiting each other under the tree. Some of them were even kissing each other, doing some warm actions.

This caused Moira to walk all the way over, and even her nerves were stretched. She didn't dare to look around, but she could hear the coquettish laughter of women and the flirting voices of men. Moira felt that the man beside her also seemed to be emitting an intense hormone aura.

This caused her heart to become even more confused.

Sage's lips curled up into a smile, his bright eyes sized up her embarrassed expression. He actually enjoyed this kind of warmth, if not for the fact that he was afraid that this woman would get angry, he would have pulled her under the tree to the side and kissed her ruthlessly once.

Moira and Sage came out from the other direction. It was already past ten o'clock, and Sage planned to send her back.

Reaching her house, Moira said to the man in the car anxiously, "Drive slower."

She was in a hurry to get to her door.

Sage watched as she entered before he drove away.

Melissa was currently drinking a cup of wine and looking at the elegant girl who had walked in, a trace of hidden cold ridicule flashed past her eyes.

"You!" What are you doing out so late at night!" Melissa mocked.

"There's something." Moira replied indifferently and went upstairs.

Right now, Elias and Melissa were sleeping in separate rooms. Moira thought that since her father had gone to bed, she should go back to her own room.

Melissa, who was downstairs in the hall had eyes that flashed with resentment.

Her husband had drafted his will now, and would definitely contact his lawyer soon, so that this will would have legal effect. If that was the case, then she and her daughter had lived here for a lifetime, and their wealth couldn't be compared to Moira.

She was unwilling, and definitely did not want to see half of the company being split up by Moira.

She had to think of a way to make this will lose its effect, but what could she do?

Melissa's eyes showed a deep scheming look.

The capital of fashion.

Libby's journey had also come to an end. Ever since that night when she shared a room with Carlo, she had contacted Annie to come and pick her up. She also took back her bag from the hotel.

After that morning, she did not see Carlo again for the next few days. Her phone was no longer useful, she could find her card, so she was unable to contact him while she was overseas.

"Of course, I can give you some gifts, but the amount of money is way too much!"

"Even if you sell me, I won't be worth that much money! Furthermore, I will not sell myself." Libby sucked her milk tea forcefully.

Moira burst out laughing, "Who said you're not worth it! Maybe in Carlo's eyes, you're worth even more!"

"You still dare to joke with me, then tell me about your Sage! What step have you reached between yourselves?" Libby asked.

"That's all we can do!" Moira stroked her long hair flirtatiously, but there was a sense of bashfulness in her eyes.

Libby saw through her with a glance and lightly pushed her, "Quickly tell me the truth, do you have a good impression of Sage?"

"A little." Moira thought about it seriously and replied.

"As long as you have a good impression, then it's a good start. Moreover, if you have a good feeling about this kind of thing, you might be able to remove your bottom line and fall in love with him if he does something touching to you!" Libby had the expression of a love expert.

Moira pouted at her and said, "Really? Did Carlo do anything to move you and make you fall in love with him?"

"I'm overthinking it. How could I fall in love with him?" Libby immediately bit the straw in her hand with an expression of impossibility.

"Why?"

"Because I don't like men who are too overbearing. He is too overbearing. I like a warm man who is gentle and pampered, who is tolerant, who loves me." From Libby's tone, it was obvious that her evaluation of Carlo was not high.

When Moira talked about being tyrannical, Sage did not give in!