Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 120

"Okay, I said the wrong thing, okay? Mr. Maxwell?" Moira said with a helpless expression.

"Is that an apology? Forget it, just give me a kiss, then I'll leave." Sage did not plan to leave without reaping any benefits.

Moira could only describe her feelings toward this man as extremely speechless. She had almost forgotten how she had offended him.

Thinking about it carefully, she had already cooked a good meal for him, so how could she possibly have offended him?

"Why should I kiss you?"

"If you don't want to kiss me, that's fine! I'll sleep on your bed tonight, and you can sleep on the sofa." Sage's detestable threat.

"No, you can't stay in my house." And this man is dangerous.

"Why not? We've even done the most intimate things, including our son. Why are you still being so conservative? As long as you open your mouth, there's nothing I can't do for you." Sage's hint was extremely strong.

How could Moira not understand? She immediately said angrily with a look of disdain, "If you don't want to leave, then I'm going. I'm looking for a hotel to sleep in."

Sage's goal was not to force her away, he must have men by his side to serve her, she had to be under his watch.

Sage had no choice but to compromise. He turned around and walked towards the door on the wall and pushed it open and left.

Moira was still a little dazed. This man was really weird, why did he always like to bother her now?

Moira locked the door to her room tightly, and then went to sleep in peace.

Tomorrow, she would go to his house as a guest. To be honest, she was quite nervous. Normally, the elders in rich and powerful families were very dignified and difficult to get along with.

Moira was really tired today. At ten o'clock, she would read Weibo on the bed while applying her face mask. At eleven o'clock, she turned off the light and went to sleep.

She could sleep, but in the room next door, Sage was sitting alone on the sofa, a complex expression on his face. The feeling of being alone with Moira just now was something he had never felt before, a feeling of relaxation and joy.

Moreover, this was the first time he realized that his male charm had lost its effect. If it was another woman, she would have long jumped into his embrace, wishing that they could be together forever.

Was this woman made of stone?

Early morning.

After Moira washed herself from the main bedroom, she went to the balcony to get some dry clothes. Because she was missing a bra, she was currently holding a pink one as she came out from the window. The moment she entered the hall, she saw Sage sitting on her sofa.

Startled, she quickly hid the corset in her hand behind her back and said angrily, "Why did you come to my house without my permission?"

Sage smiled, although she was hiding behind him, he had seen it just now.

"You must be a B cup!" Sage crossed his arms, his long index finger caressing his sexy lips as he asked questions.

Moira immediately had the feeling that she was being humiliated, she snorted: "Which eye of yours has seen a B with me?"