Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 109

"Moira!" The voice bellowed out word by word while gnashing its teeth.

At this moment, Moira felt her hands sticky. She said to Libby, who was leaning against the paper, "Give me some paper. My hands are too sticky."

This sentence caused Sage who was listening to it to stop breathing. Sticky? Take the paper? What did this woman do for Morgan? Sage's imagination had always been good. As a man, Sage could instantly understand this sort of thing.

"Moira, you're too shameless." Sage roared at the microphone as Moira directly stepped over his bottom line.

In his heart, this woman was dirty, filthy to the point of disgust.

Moira was just taking the paper from Libby and wiping her hands when she heard Sage's shout from the other side of the phone. She jumped in shock and hurriedly grabbed her phone, asking angrily, "What happened to me? How did I offend you?"

At this moment, Moira saw that Libby was about to remove the mask. She raised her head and begged Libby, "Libby, take off my mask as well. It's so dry. I'm not feeling well."

"Alright!" Libby nods and removes the mask for her.

Yet these voices had also reached Sage's ears. Both sides of the hall were quiet, and the voices were exceptionally clear.

Mask, sticky? Libby?

"Moira, say it again. Who are you staying with?" Sage asked with narrowed eyes.

"I'm with my good friend, Libby, what's the matter? What's troubling you?" Moira asked angrily.

On the sofa, all of the nerves in Sage's body seemed to have relaxed. He rested his head back against the sofa, somewhat tired. Even the anger in his voice had died down, becoming surprisingly cold. "It's nothing. You're not coming back to sleep tonight?"

"If my son doesn't go home, then I won't go back."

"I'll bring him back tomorrow."

"Forget it, my son and I have agreed on I will go to see a show the day after tomorrow. He will stay at your house for the time being." After she finished speaking, Moira directly hung up.

This woman actually dared to hang up on him. Sage frowned. However, compared to the mistake he had just made, this displeasure didn't matter at all. Damn it, at that moment just now, he truly had the urge to kill someone.

It was as if the prey he had set his eyes on had suddenly run off of its own accord.

But luckily, she was still his woman and didn't run away.

Inside Libby's apartment, Moira was staring at the ceiling with an extremely depressed expression. She was extremely displeased with Sage's words just now. What did he mean by she was too shameless? What did she do? Let this man scold her in such a manner?

"Moira, what did Sage say to you on the phone just now? to make you so angry." After wearing the moisturizer, Libby patted her delicate face as she came out.