Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 295

After dinner, Moira and Sage brought the little fellow back to the villa. Because the little guy was directing the time difference, when they first got on the car, he was still excited! However, less than ten minutes later, he was sitting on a child's seat blinking, looking like he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Moira looked at him and asked softly, "Do you want to go to sleep?"

"Yes!" The little guy nodded.

"Then go to sleep! When we get home, I'll carry you back to your room." Moira said to her son, reaching out to rest his head, and the little guy fell asleep.

Sage who was driving the car also looked in the rearview mirror, he slowed down his car and drove it steadily onto the road.

In order to not disturb the little guy's sleep, the two of them did not speak anymore and did not chat anymore. Only occasionally, under the lamplight, Sage's deep gaze met with hers from the rearview mirror.

When it was quiet, the man's gaze became especially charming, as if there was a complicated emotion within. With just a few glances, it was enough to make her heart beat faster.

Along the way to the villa, had already showered when the little fellow was in the Maxwell's. Carrying the little fellow, he directly went upstairs, and when he was about to carry the little fellow back to his master bedroom, Moira immediately said softly, "Carry him to my room!"

Sage knew that she would say this, so he turned his head and squinted his eyes, "Who said that our son is back, so we have to separate beds?"

"It's not easy sleeping with three people." Moira immediately complained.

Sage smiled, "I don't think so." After saying that, he firmly carried the little fellow into his room.

Moira looked at him helplessly, thinking, this is not so good! This man liked to sleep as he hugged her. Although he wouldn't do anything reckless, she couldn't let Lucas see them sleeping together every day.

It seemed like she would have to communicate with him tomorrow.

Moira allowed Sage to carry Lucas inside, while she returned to her room to take a bath. It was still early, and it wasn't even 9 yet.

She wore a set of conservative pajamas and came over, just in time to see Sage also bathing and sitting on the bed. He was wearing a T-shirt and pajamas.

He said to Moira, "First, accompany your son to sleep for a while. I still need to go to the study room to take care of some work.

"Alright, go ahead!" Moira was also willing to sleep with her son.

Sage stood up, his tall and big body inexplicably revealed a sense of pressure, and it was as if the entire room had turned a little dark. Moira felt that when he walked to her side, she could not help but look up at him.

Sage held her shoulders, his deep eyes locking onto her, and requested, "Give me a good night kiss in advance!"

Moira looked at Lucas with a little bit of embarrassment. Sage bent down and placed his handsome face in front of hers.

Moira could only pout her lips, and proactively brought it up to his face, but the man quickly turned his face, and pressed his sexy and smiling lips against hers.

Although this was great, she was an artist, and had her work and rest schedule strictly controlled by Annie. She would also often talk about the bad points of staying up all night, such as injuries, menstrual irregularities, pimples, sunken skin, and so on.

Therefore, Libby was someone who could be considered as someone who had pretty well-behaved during her work and rest period. At this moment, she was completely in a state of self-flight, which made her a little worried.

This was a great opportunity for her to gain fans and become popular. This variety show was like a product of the gods, and any celebrities who stepped out of here would have their fame raised to a whole new level.

Therefore, this was a program that many celebrities would fight their way in to be. Libby did not want to waste this opportunity, so she naturally wanted to maintain her best skin condition and put it on the show.

What should he do? She didn't want to stay up late. It was already ten o'clock, but she was in a very good mental state. It wasn't a good thing.

What else could help her sleep? Libby thought. If she was exercising, it would be too late, so she didn't want to move.

Then what else could make her sleep? Libby immediately thought of a solution, which was to drink some red wine. She immediately wanted to go to sleep after drinking.

She knew that there were a lot of treasured red wine in the wine shelves in Carlo's house. She wanted to secretly open a bottle to drink, and after getting drunk, she would be able to sleep well until the next day.

Right, I don't know what Carlo is doing right now, but it looks like he won't appear for a while.

This was a good time.