Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 92

Seeing that she was truly drinking the water, Sage didn't let go of her hand. He put the cup down and continued to talk with her. "Was that man interested in you just now?" he asked.

When Moira heard this, she knew what his words were meant to. She frowned and muttered angrily, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Hearing her answer, Sage snorted coldly. "You already have a baby. Tell me, do you think it have anything to do with me?"

Moira was about to faint. She bit her lips and said, "I do have a son, but I'm not your wife. Why do you care so much?"

Sage's aura of scorching heat sprinkled over her ears. "I just want to interfere. What do you think?"

Moira was in so much pain that her eyebrows furrowed tightly. She bit her lips and wanted to take her hand away from his hand, but she had no choice. The man held her too hard, so she had no choice but to endure the pain.

However, Sage didn't continue to pinch her. Moira ignored him. She wanted to properly watch the concert.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. In order to prevent the crowd behind them from getting too crowded, Sage decided to take them away first. Of course, Agnes wasn't willing to part with them, but she still had to obey her big brother's words, and Andrew wanted to return as well.

Of course, Moira didn't want to, but since her son couldn't stay up late, she could only agree to leave.

However, just as she was about to leave, she unintentionally noticed Morgan, as well as Molly beside him. Morgan stared at the stage, not knowing what to think, but Molly had an expression of annoyance on her face.

Moira immediately left the plaza with Sage and her son. At this time, the plaza was very empty, and everyone's cheers could be clearly heard behind them.

Before Moira got on the carriage, Agnes immediately said a few words of worship to her. "Miss Garcia, I like you so much! Your piano plays really well."

"Thank you." Moira also felt that Agnes was very adorable. She knew that they all liked her son very much.

Agnes and Andrew sat in their car, and Moira's sports car had also made Sage decide to leave it there. Tomorrow, he would find someone to drive it, and tonight, Moira had to go home by his car.

When the little guy asked her about the matters on the stage, she repeatedly hit out a few ha-ha ha. Moira hugged him in her arms and lightly patted his shoulder. "Go to sleep!"

"Hm! Mommy, I love you so much." Before the little fellow closed his eyes, he didn't forget to confess.

Moira smiled and kissed his white and tender cheeks. "Mommy loves you too."

The little guy suddenly opened his eyes and asked faintly, "Then can you also love my father?"

Moira was slightly startled. Where did her son come up with this idea? She could only smile. "I don't hate him!"

The little guy also closed his eyes to sleep in satisfaction. The man's gaze also fell on his son. Hearing what the girl said just now, she didn't hate him, so he cast a meaningful glance at her.

Was this woman speaking the truth? He doubted it.

The little guy had fallen asleep. Moira actually seemed to have infected the little guy's sleepiness as well. Her eyelids were so heavy. It was probably because her nerves had tensed up from the performance on stage today! So now that she was relaxed, she was very tired.

Moira only felt her body lighten a bit, but she, who was extremely sleepy, didn't think too much about it. Her small face was buried in the man's thick and solid chest as she slept even more soundly.

He walked up the stairs to the elevator and pressed open the door to his room. He let the bodyguard carry the little guy onto his bed, and after the bodyguard set down the young master, he didn't dare to stay any longer than necessary.

Sage was still holding Moira in his arms. He wanted to take this woman back to her room, but then he realized that there was no need.

His bed was wide enough for three people to sleep in! Why not let her sleep here?

He gently placed the sleeping girl on his bed. Moira and the little fellow slept on opposite sides of him, and he took off shoes for them. Looking at the mother and son who took over his bed, he narrowed his eyes.

He had never been in the habit of sleeping naked with his son. After taking a shower, he wore a pair of silk pajamas over his body, and there was enough space between the two of them for him to lie down on, while he lay down on his back as well.

Moira, who was still drowsy, felt the bed tremble. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to the first floor beside her. She wasn't an honest person even when she slept. She always liked to put one foot under the blanket.

This was why, at this moment, her long slender leg rested on a part of Sage's waist, completely stupefied.

However, it was fine if this woman was here, but she was going to give it a whoosh.

Sage's mind rarely went blank, but at this moment, he felt as if it had gone blank.