Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 101

Moira returned to the bathroom and took another shower. She chose a pair of denim pants and a round neck T-shirt and sat on the sofa.She was fully dressed.

She was curled up with a glass of water in her hand when the door suddenly opened and her heart immediately tightened.

Sage threw a car key in his hand in front of her and said, "Wash the car for me. Wash it clean."

Moira wanted to cry, but she had indeed vomited. There was no way to deny this.

"Well! I'll go wash it in a while. "Moira replied dejectedly, not daring to look him in the eye.

A faint smile appeared on Sage's face as he left the room.

When he reached the garage, his assistant handed him the keys of Moira's car. He picked it up, got into her red Porsche, and set off in the direction of his company.

Only after drinking two cups of boiling water did her stomach feel a bit better. While she was feeling depressed, she saw the car keys on the table and let out a sigh. It seemed that she had to wash his car.

Suddenly, Moira realized something. Where was her bag?

Could it be that her bag was left in the banquet hall?

Moira quickly pushed aside Sage's door and searched around, but couldn't find it. She wondered if it was in the car, so she rushed downstairs and found the black sports car. As soon as she opened it, she felt a smell float out.

As expected, the taste of the wine was so strong that even she couldn't help but despise it.

She saw her bag in the backseat and picked it up. She got into the driver's seat and adjusted her position, then opened the window and drove out in the direction of the parking lot to a nearby car wash.

When Moira went to hand over the keys, there were already many people looking at her. She was still young and drove a top tier sports car. What was the identity of this girl?

Moira took her bag and sat in a coffee shop to the side. She took out her phone and watched the news for a while. She didn't expect that she would be praised by the media and receive quite a few good comments.

Regarding the matter of fame, she let nature take its course and didn't want to make too much of it.

At this moment, she heard her cell phone ring. She picked it up and saw that it was a call from Bertram. She vaguely remembered that Sage had appeared inside the hotel.

"Hello." She picked it up.

"Moira, were you alright last night?" Are you feeling better now?" Bertram asked in concern.

"I'm fine! I slept last night, so I'm fine now. "Moira forced a smile as she replied.

"You know Sage? What is your relationship?" the man asked curiously.

"We... We..."

"Are you dating?" Bertram asked in disappointment.

Moira could only sigh. He had seen her act in such a domineering manner. Plus, she could feel that he was interested in her. If she admitted to it now, then she and he would become friends.

She could only brazenly admit, "Yes! I'm dating him."

If it had been any other man, he would have been able to do his best to win over her feelings, but this person was Sage, and he truly didn't have the confidence. He smiled and said, "Moira, you're a good girl. I wish you both the best."

"Thank you for your Bertram."