Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 97

"I don't drink much wine." Moira smiled. Although she said this, she still drank half the cup. Only then did the producer return to his seat in satisfaction.

When Moira sat down, her mind suddenly blanked. She had drunk too much.

Lorelei didn't expect Moira to have such a poor alcohol tolerance, but she was indeed a hot topic at the banquet tonight. She could block it all, but she also couldn't stop it. She had drunk two cups of wine when Bertram came back from the call.

"Moira, are you alright?"

"I'm fine... I feel a little dizzy. I can't drink anymore." Moira smiled and waved her hand.

At that moment, the phone in her bag rang. Lorelei quickly reminded her, "Your phone rang."

Moira took the bag and took out her cell phone to look at it. Being wildered, she saw Sage's name and reached out a hand to pick it up. "Hello! Hmm....­"

Another uncontrollable drink hiccup occurred.

Sage had just set out from home when he suddenly heard the woman's abnormal voice. His sword-like brows immediately scrunched together. "Are you drinking?"

"I drank a little, where's Lucas? Has he had dinner?" Moira asked. At this moment, another man came over to toast her. She quickly stopped him with embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I'm not drinking right now. I'm taking a call."

After she finished speaking, Moira stood up from her seat and walked to a relatively quiet place on the balcony. In the relatively quiet environment, Moira's rationality had also somewhat recovered.

"Hey, where are you and Lucas?"

"Lucas is at my parents' house. Where are you now? I'll come and pick you up."

"AH! It's OK; I'm still not done here. Are you saying that Lucas isn't going home tonight?" Moira immediately asked in surprise and curiosity.

"What is it? Lucas has been arranged, is it in line with your intentions? You can play however you want?" On the other side, the cold voice seemed to be filled with a sense of danger.

Moira immediately frowned. "What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Where are you!" The other side questioned her again.

Moira also didn't want him to come and pick her up. She didn't say, "I'll go back myself. Goodbye." With that, she hung up.

However, what she didn't know was that the man on the other end of the street was already angry. The dim lights of the car shone down on him, and his face was covered with a dark haze. He picked up his cell phone and dialed his assistant's number, immediately asking for the address of Lorelei's celebration.

After hanging up, he headed straight for the city center. Two minutes later, the assistant gave him the address of the hotel.

The throttle beneath Sage's feet immediately pressed down to the ground, causing the smooth lines of the sports car to rush forward like a wild beast.

Moira returned to the dining room. Seeing that her footsteps were a bit empty, Bertram couldn't help but ask out of concern, "I heard from Lorelei just now that you drank two cups. Are you alright?"

"I... I'm fine." Moira smiled and waved her hand. She sat down on her seat and picked up her chopsticks to eat.

"Alright, let Bertram send you back! I really don't know how bad your alcohol tolerance is. Come, let's eat some food!"

With that, Lorelei turned around and said to Bertram, "Take her home. Looking at her like this, you have to send her to the front door. There aren't many people around her. How about I get my assistant to take care of her!"

When Moira heard this, she immediately waved her hand and said, "Lorelei, there's no need. I'm not drunk to the point of being unconscious."

"Don't worry; I'll take care of her."

Lorelei also knew that Bertram had a good impression of Moira, and Moira also admired him, so she just smiled and said nothing more.

Indeed, he hoped to have such an opportunity to take good care of her and increase her affability level.

After Moira drank a cup of warm water and just as she stood up, she felt her head spin. Bertram at the side immediately embraced her. "You're really drunk. I'll send you back now!"

"Mm, thank you." Moira nodded and tried her best to stand up straight. Moreover, her mind seemed to be blank and her thoughts were floating.

There were still a lot of guests who needed to be greeted, so Lorelei could not spare them. She begged Bertram, "Bertram, take her home properly. If you have anything to say, call me."

"Don't worry! Lorelei." Bertram nodded, his eyes full of righteousness.

Lorelei and Libby were good friends, but Libby hadn't told her that Moira's son was Sage's son. This was a top secret, and neither of them had said anything about it.