Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 292

Carlo walked down quickly towards Libby's side with the medicine box in hand. He quickly took out the hemostasis ball and stopped the bleeding for her. At the same time, he took out some gauze and wrapped it around her finger.

"If it is broken, then let it be broken. Why are you picking it up? Just wait for me to deal with it." Carlo's tone was full of reproach.

Libby looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to help you wash the dishes ... However ... I'm too clumsy."

Carlo raised his head and looked at her, and laughed lightly, "I'm satisfied with how kind you are, just leave this matter to me to do next time."

"But ...I can't just do nothing! It makes me look useless." Libby said somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Carlo reached out and touched the tip of her nose, "Don't let your imagination run wild, I won't despise you for eating and living in vain."

Libby immediately blinked, and a feeling of being doted on surfaced. She bit her lips and said, "Then I'll go sweep through those pieces."

"Just sit down. I'll take care of it."

"This porcelain plate of yours must be very expensive! How much is it? I'll compensate you."

Carlo immediately became angry, "Why are you dividing things so clearly with me? It's just a set of chopsticks and a bowl, how much can it be worth?"

Libby stared at his back blankly. She took a deep breath and picked up her phone, intending to see if there were any such plates ordering on the internet. She really wanted to buy another set.

She heard the sound of debris being swept through the kitchen. She lowered her eyes with a sigh and looked at her hands. She didn't wash the dished but hurt herself. What a fool!

After Carlo finished sweeping the dishes, he walked out of the room and looked at the woman on the sofa who had a face full of self-pity. He walked to her side and locked his gaze on her gently, "Don't blame yourself, I didn't blame you, and I didn't hate you either."

Libby nodded her head lightly, "Don't worry, I won't disturb you for long. I will leave in a week at most."

Carlo's expression immediately became uglier, and said unhappily: "Who said you can leave after staying for a week?"

Libby was immediately stunned, "Then how long do I have to stay for?"

"You can stay as long as you want! If you can, you should stay with me." Carlo said his last sentence as he used both his arms to prop himself up on the sofa at each end of her body and leaned close to her, "Let's properly cultivate our feelings towards each other."

Libby was immediately startled, and nervously swallowed her saliva. "To cultivate feelings?"

"What kind of feelings are you talking about?" Carlo's deep eyes locked onto her.

Libby's mind was slightly blank, and she deliberately asked, "Friendship?"

Carlo snorted, "I don't want to be friends with people like you!"

"Ugh!" Am I not qualified to be your friend?" Libby frowned, depressed.

"I can only have one kind of relationship with you, and that is a relationship between a man and a woman." After Carlo finished speaking, his body gently pressed down.

Libby immediately blushed and reached out to push him, "Hey, you're not allowed to do anything rash."

Carlo immediately straightened his body. Seeing the red face of the girl, he was not in a hurry, nor did he want to scare her away.

"In the future, other than me entering the kitchen, you are not allowed to enter. In the future, you are not allowed to touch anything dangerous, so you can only obediently stay here."

"Great! Sleep early." There was a smile in Sage's eyes, and then, he stood up and said to the lady that was about to enter the bathroom, "How about we bathe together?"

Moira was immediately shocked, and hurriedly shook her head, "No!"

Sage looked at her in disappointment and sighed, "Sooner or later, you will have to accept me."

Moira bit her lips and said with her back facing him, "I know, but ... Give me some time."

"Was that night five years ago really going to leave you with that much of a shadow?"

Moira's hands suddenly tightened around her pajamas. She nodded, "Yes! I was having nightmares all that year... Because I didn't know it was you... In my dreams, I will always turn into a villainous villain ..."

Sage was stunned for a few seconds. Indeed, five years ago, in the darkness, how could his actions make others think that he was a good person? He might not even remember how barbaric and crude it was that he was controlled by the medicinal properties of the pill.

Perhaps he thought it was something a man normally did, but for an unknown girl, it was undoubtedly a nightmare.

"I'm sorry ..." Sage inexplicably wanted to say these two words.

Moira did not want him to apologize anymore because she had forgiven him in her heart.

"No need to apologize, I forgive you." After Moira finished speaking, she pushed the door and entered the bathroom.

On the sofa behind him, Sage let out a light breath. If he could retreat in time, he definitely wouldn't have let himself become such a bastard five years ago.