Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 252

Moira saw that Sage was standing there dressed in handsome casual attire. Beside him was a mountain bike, but Andrew was not around.

Moira walked over to him. Looking at the man who looked so handsome under the sunlight, she couldn't help but think back to last night when she kissed him that seductive kiss.

When Sage saw her walk over, a smile had already appeared in his eyes. "You're up?"

"Can you ride a bicycle with your son?" Moira asked. Upon coming in contact with his shining eyes, she turned her head to look at her son in embarrassment.

"This little guy inherited my good genes, so riding a bicycle is just a small matter." Sage said proudly.

Moira couldn't help but retort, "Could it be that my genes aren't outstanding?"

Sage burst out laughing, and said with a hint of embarrassment, "Are you outstanding? I don't see it."

"You ..." Moira was so angry that she immediately raised her hand, intending to beat him up.

Sage stood there without moving. If she wanted to beat him up, he would just stand there.

But Moira was still angry, she extended her hand and lightly patted his arm to show that she was angry.

However, her expression and actions, in the man's eyes, were completely the coquettish look of a daughter, instead, it was even more alluring.

Sage suddenly grabbed her hand, "I will bring you to chase after your son."

Moira looked at his mountain bike, it did not have a seat for the back, there was only a spot in the middle for the driver, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Where do I sit then?"

"Sit here!" Sage pointed to the main stick, where people could sit.

Moira's beautiful face reddened slightly. She had seen girls sit there before, but that was the way little couples liked to sit when they were in a relationship.

They seemed to be very intimate.

Before Moira could decide whether or not she should sit, Sage extended out his hand and pulled her away, and her slender body was already straddling the mountain bike, he was extremely handsome, Moira clenched her teeth and sat on it, she reached out and gently grabbed the lever, her originally slender figure, sitting here, did not affect Sage's stomping at all.

"Have you sat down? We're leaving." Sage asked with a low laugh.

As long as he bent down slightly, his handsome face would be pressed up against hers in an almost warm manner.

Sage firmly stepped on the bicycle and chased after the little fellow with Moira. A strange feeling surged up within Moira's heart, as if there was a faint sweetness jumping in her heart.

Sage's heart also throbbed at the same time. He now felt that he and Moira were as intimate as lovers.

Using a bicycle to take a ride with his beloved girl was also a romantic scene in many movies and TV dramas. At this moment, a gentle breeze blew and Moira's slender back lightly touched the man's firm chest.

There was also a hint of passion.

When the little guy and Agnes realized that their brother was chasing after them with Moira, the two were extremely happy. Coincidentally, there was a special forest path beside them, under the shade of the tree, the environment was beautiful, and there were no other people around, just for their family to ride through.

Moira felt that the flower on the left was blooming very beautifully, she couldn't help but to turn her head and chase after it.

The next second, the man took the opportunity to steal a kiss on her cheek.

When he returned to the villa, Moira woke up. After dinner, she went back to her room to sleep. The little guy didn't stick to her and didn't disturb her.

Sage was still strong enough, he slept beside the little guy again. Seeing the little guy sleeping by his side, with the empty bed by his side, he waited patiently, and when he returned home, Moira would sleep on the other bed.

At home.

After waking up, Libby realized that she was not in her own home. She quickly got off the bed and opened the curtain.

God! Why did she go back to Carlo's house?

Libby hurriedly pushed the door open and came out. She checked to see that she was still wearing the same clothes as last night, it seemed that she had fallen asleep safe and sound.

Libby found the owner of the villa on the sofa in the hall.

Carlo's house was always cleaned and comfortable, without a trace of chaos. Everything was arranged in a neat and orderly manner.

This made Libby suspect that Carlo was a virgin because he loved to be clean.

Her last memory of last night was when she fell asleep during an IV drip. It seemed that she died from sleep, and Carlo brought her back home.

He was currently sipping a cup of coffee and reading from an iPad in his hands. This man exuded a noble and exquisite aura from head to toe, like a top male model of a fashionable magazine.

His temperament was cold and complicated.

"Good morning!" Libby greeted him with a hollow laugh.