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Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 63

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Chapter overview: Chapter 63 from Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart

In this standout chapter of the Internet novel Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart, Quirinus Amalia introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.

Moira's expression was somewhat ugly, but in front of her son, she wouldn't say anything. She pulled her son out of the house, and behind her, Sage continued to follow. He wore a dark shirt and pants, his handsome appearance causing many young women to stare foolishly.

It was as if this man and Moira were a couple in their eyes.

Moira felt the thoughts and gazes of the nearby female parents. Her expression instantly turned colder and she decided to ignore them.

The little guy behind Moira smiled at his father. He thought that his father had driven here to pick him up, but when he followed his mother home, he noticed that his father was also behind him. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Father, are you going back to our house?"

"You'll know in a moment."

The little guy was a little curious by his father's words. When they were getting on the elevator, Moira was holding onto the little guy, and beside the little guy was a tall man. At this time, a parent who was in a hurry to pick up the kids walked in, holding the hand of her daughter as she smiled and said to Moira, "So you are the parents of Lucas! Your family seems so happy!"

"A family." These two words immediately caused Moira's face to turn red. She wanted to say that they weren't a family, but her children were also in her son's class. She didn't want her son to be gossiped in school, so she had to laugh.

This woman was the more open-minded. Looking up at the tall Sage, she smiled enviously at Moira and said, "Your husband is so handsome!"

Husband?

This time, Moira's smile froze and was even uglier than crying.

Sage's thin and elegant lips curled up. She didn't know what he meant.

The little guy immediately nodded, "That's right! My father and my mother are very loving!"

"Lucas, I made a Coke Chicken Leg today. I was worried that you might have bad teeth, so it's better if you don't eat it." Moira could only use food to threaten her son to speak less.

Lucas immediately hugged Mummy's thighs. "Mummy, I don't have tooth decay. Look, I can eat anything."

After saying that, he opened her white and neat little teeth, "Mummy, look, I don't have a decayed tooth, do I?"

Moira endured her laughter and continued to speak with a straight face, "It's not good to eat too much sweet stuff! It's better not to eat it."

The little guy looked pitifully at Mommy. Mommy's Coke Chicken Leg was his favorite!

Sage looked at his son with some pity. Had his son been forced to grow up by this woman from a young age? His son would not have any future if he was taught like this. His brows furrowed.

At this moment, the young woman arrived. She turned around and said to them behind her, "Goodbye."

Once the parent had left, Sage bent down and held his son's hand. "Let's eat at my house tonight."

"Daddy, are we going to meet grandma and grandpa again?"

"No, it's father's home."

"Where is your home?" The little fellow asked curiously.

With a sound of the elevator opening, Moira suddenly grabbed her son and said, "Lucas, let's go. Mommy decided to let you eat two more, as long as you promise that you'll brush your teeth twice."

"Thank you, Mommy, for the chicken leg." The little guy was extremely happy.

They were very close. The distinct scent of a male hormone entered Moira's nose. Her small pale face turned hot and red.

"Bastard, let me go." Moira struggled. She really hated him getting so close to her.

Sage's long, cold eyes narrowed. "You'd better hear this clearly. Your son has the right to choose who he wants to be with. You're not allowed to interfere with his thoughts, or else...."

"Or what?" Moira lifted her face slightly and looked at him, unwilling to be outdone.

The light in Sage's eyes darkened. He savagely bit her lips, fiercely sucking on her lips.

Moira's eyes were wide open, and her heart was beating even faster. The man was kissing her, but his eyes were staring at her with cold light.

Finally, the man drew back, and Moira's instinctive slap was about to land on his face. However, this man's quick reaction made her switch to another one. The other one was also grabbed by the man, directly being thrown onto the top of her head, forming an even intimate position.

"Sage, you dare to touch me again...."Moira was about to go mad from anger. This man could bully people like this? Wasn't that night five years ago enough? He was a freak.

Sage's lips curled upwards, and the tall figure that had just retreated bent a little more. This time, Moira was so frightened that she found it difficult to breathe. She began to pant. "You ... What else do you want?"

"If you don't dare to let me see my son again, then I don't mind going over what happened five years ago," Sage said, his eyes cold.

"You dare...?"

As soon as she said this, the man bent down and kissed her.

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