Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 91

After the two of them had sung together in deep love, Bertram walked over to Moira, who was playing the piano, singing in a deep and enchanting voice. At the same time, Bertram also looked at her with a kind of benevolent smile, and Bertram placed the flowers on the shelf next to Moira's piano, passing the flowers to her.

Naturally, the photographer wouldn't miss such a good show. He captured all of the affectionate gazes of Bertram staring at Moira perfectly. At the same time, when she received the flowers, the gentle look of laughter in Moira's eyes also caught.

In that instant, everyone below the stage clearly saw one thing, Bertram was giving his love to this goddess who played the piano.

However, even though the fans were heartbroken, they all knew that tonight's Moira was so beautiful, so celestial, and so enchanting.

The fans also hoped for their idol to get a happy relationship, as if this girl really was worthy of him.

However, there were two men who were infuriated. Morgan was slightly flabbergasted. He couldn't believe that this Bertram was actually flattering Moira on stage. What was he trying to do? His fist instantly clenched.

However, the other man was naturally Sage. He could clearly see that, as a man, how could he miss the opportunity to see Bertram's love for Moira?

Damn it, this woman was really happy to play with men. She played with them one after another. Without a doubt, as a superstar, she had taken a fancy to Bertram since he was handsome.

At this moment, a series of ice pillars shot out of Sage's eyes. He wished to kill the man on the stage who was staring at Moira into nothingness.

However, Bertram only returned to the main stage after sending off the flowers and sang the song with Lorelei.

After the last curtain call from Moira, she went down with the piano as a lift.

When the performance for tonight was finally completed, Moira let out a breath of relief, and the staff immediately sent a bouquet of flowers to congratulate her. Moira accepted the flowers and went to the makeup room.

She was already to go out. It was a very low-key gray dress with a pair of slender legs, black framed glasses, a clean and transparent face with long hair that was tied up in half a ball. She was completely dressed as a fan, who would have thought that she was the stunning goddess on stage just now?

She was carrying her bag as she sneaked into the arena from the backstage door. At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the stage, so they naturally didn't notice her. Moira knew that this man must be in the front row, so she went to find him.

She found him pretty quickly. The main thing was that man's aura seemed to be devoid of the enthusiasm of his fans. He could easily find it, especially the six bodyguards who were sitting beside him.

Moira approached him with a bent back. When her bodyguard saw her, he immediately looked over with a warning gaze. However, Sage's voice also rang at the same time. "Let her come over."

When Moira had bent down to search, he had already seen her. Even if this woman had turned to dust, he would have recognized her at first glance. What's more, she was only dressed in different clothes.

When the little guy heard his father's voice, he immediately turned around to look. He immediately became pleasantly surprised, and just as he was about to call out to his mother, Moira covered his small mouth and stopped him from calling out. Agnes was also surprised that Moira was here.

Due to the limited number of seats, Agnes, who was sitting next to Sage, cleverly turned to her and said, "Miss Garcia, come here and sit, please."

Instantly, the water Moira drank didn't know whether to vomit or swallow. In short, her expression was one of disdain!

When Sage saw this, he narrowed his eyes in a dangerous light.

Moira also didn't know where to vomit, so she could only swallow it down. However, she wouldn't drink the next one, so she put the cup to the side.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed onto her hanging palm. It was not a simple handshake. Instead, it was a hand wrapped around hers, clearly wanting to pinch her.

She lifted her head in pain, only to see the man leaning slightly closer to her. "What? Do you dislike my saliva?"

His voice was so low that only she could hear it. Moira was about to faint, so what if she loathed it? Could it be that she couldn't despise him!

"I didn't!" Moira really didn't know where this man came from being so presumptuous. Didn't she just swallow it down?

"No, then have another drink." Sage brought his cup and straw to her mouth.

If she shrieked, she would definitely let everyone in the surroundings see that. If she caught the attention of the fans, it wouldn't be a good thing and it would be very embarrassing. She could only be forced to suck on the straw he had sucked on, while glaring at him angrily.