Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 291

At night, Carlo displayed his culinary skills, which was in no way inferior to a chef's grace, causing Moira to secretly exclaim in surprise. She felt that her good sister Libby could definitely be entrusted to this man.

Libby was a person who would never touch dirty water with her fingers. With a man like him waiting on her, she would definitely be very happy.

Seeing that it was still early, Sage didn't even want to drive anymore. He just walked back to his house with Moira, walking for around 20 minutes, and the scenery around them was also not bad. The light was faint, it was romantic experience to walk as it was summer.

Moira gradually walked out from her father's death. She became calm. She knew that her father's death was something she could not forget, and she would have to take steps to repay Melissa, step by step. Especially when Sage had decided to help her take back the Garcia Group in the future.

She also learned to hide her hatred for Melissa inside her heart and didn't show it again. This was because if she were to reveal her hatred for Melissa, it would also make Sage even more anxious to snatch back the Garcia Group.

She didn't want him to make decisions to please her. She just needed to believe that one day he would help her, and she wouldn't blame him even if she waited a few more years.

Moira walked out together with him, and Sage naturally grabbed onto her slender hand tightly. Holding her in his hand, he pulled her along, and slowly walked step by step amidst the light tree's shadows.

Today's moon was very round, and was about to pass the Mid-Autumn Festival. On the other hand, Moira was a little afraid to face this holiday.

Moonlight scattered on the ground, and Moira and Sage's shadows were reflected on the ground, the sky was bright and clear, the people on the ground had formed a pair, her heart immediately became soft, she gently tilted her body, and her face took the initiative to press against Sage's arm.

Sage's mind moved slightly as his eyes drooped down to look at the delicate figure that was nestling tightly against his arm. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and finally, he felt this woman's enthusiasm and initiative.

He gently pulled his arm away, and while Moira was still stunned, he grabbed her shoulders once again. This time, he pressed her tightly, and Moira's face was pressed tightly against his chest, right where his heart was.

There were quite around and this man's heart beat powerfully, making her feeling relieved for no reason. On her forehead, a warm kiss burned down. Moira lifted her long eyelashes, lifted her small face, and under the street light, the man's face was covered with a light shadow, which revealed half of his face, which was as perfect as a sculpture's. Her emotions surged, she lifted her toes and kissed him on the side of his face.

Sage chuckled and stopped walking. He lifted her chin with his big palm and bent down to aim at her pink lips.

Moira's body trembled slightly, this must not be a home, nor a room, but a place for the public. Even though she knew that no one else would enter this place, her heart was still tight, and even this kiss made her heart race, she was nervous.

Sage supported her waist with one hand, while Moira stood on the flat ground shoes. He was too tall, she had to balance her feet with the other before he could kiss properly, Sage did not want to tire her feet out.

Both of his hands held onto each other, and Moira was held up by him. Moira's slender waist wrapped around his waist, making this kiss even more suitable.

Moira's face heated up. She never knew that she had the guts to openly kiss this man in such a place.

In the end, Sage carried Moira back while gasping for breath. Moira didn't want to tire him out, so after hugging her for a while, she struggled to get down, and Sage's breathing was also slightly ragged. He looked at the woman who was caring for him, his heart filling with sweet taste.

She immediately bent down to pick up a large piece of shard. As she reached out her hand, her delicate skin was cut by the sharp pieces of porcelain. Blood dripped to the ground.

When Carlo, who was making a call in the courtyard heard the noise, he immediately rushed back to the kitchen. However, the scene in front of him, was a helpless woman squatting on the ground with blood flowing out of her hands. The broken plates were all around.

"I'm sorry ..." Libby looked at him apologetically and guiltily. She really didn't know that washing the bowls would turn into a disaster.

Carlo did not care about the broken bowl on the floor, but stared at the finger that was still bleeding.

"Forget the bowls." She still had bubbles on her hands, so Carlo washed them clean as if he was helping a child wash their hands. Then, he led her among the broken pieces of porcelain and led her into the hall.

"Sit here and wait for me. I'll go get the medicine box." After Carlo finished speaking, he quickly went upstairs to retrieve the medicine box.

Libby sat on the sofa as she slowly absorbed the drops of blood with the paper. At this moment, she didn't feel any pain at all, only a heart full of guilt.

The dishes in his house were truly exquisite. Now, all of them had been smashed by her. What a pity!