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Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 183

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Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart is the best current series by the author Quirinus Amalia. The Chapter 183 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 183 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.

Looking at her beautiful face that was peacefully sleeping, Sage suddenly felt a sense of mission that he had never experienced before. It was as if in his life, there was not only one more son, but also one more woman in his life.

He swore in his heart, Moira, I will definitely make you my woman.

As for the woman who was in a deep slumber, she had no idea where her dream had gone. She didn't even know that there was a man wholeheartedly guarding her from the side.

In the Garcia's Residence.

Melissa and her daughter were so angry that she almost died. Melissa was angry because Moira climbed up such a big tree like Sage, was she planning to steal the Garcia Family's property?

Molly, on the other hand, was filled with jealousy and envy, and an intense unreconciled feeling enveloped her. Moira had met Sage five years ago, how could she be so lucky?

And Morgan, who clearly knew that she had betrayed him five years ago, still foolishly protected her.

Right now, the two outstanding men in her eyes were surrounding Moira, how could she not be angry?

What was good about Moira? She was just a little bit prettier, and there were many women who were prettier than her, why would Sage like her?

Molly lied on the bed. She didn't sleep until midnight, and when she closed her eyes, she would have nightmares about Moira arrogantly standing in front of her, ridiculing her, ridiculing her, and stepping on her.

Moira was Molly's nightmare.

And if she wanted to be happy, she vowed to eradicate this demon.

Moira could not help but wake up from her thirst. She opened her heavy eyelids, and the dim light shone into her eyes. She immediately turned to look at her side as she looked at the decorations of the hospital.

Sage immediately raised his head and looked towards Moira. Seeing the woman who had opened her eyes, he softly asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Moira said hoarsely, "I want to drink some water."

Sage quickly got up, went to the side of the water dispenser and poured a cup of water for her to drink.

Moira sat up with much difficulty. A large palm immediately supported her somewhat weak back, and just as Moira was about to receive the cup, Sage once again placed the cup into his mouth. He tried to warm it up before finally handing the cup over to her.

In Moira's dizzy state, she was suddenly moved. She took the water cup and drank, after drinking, she sat on the bed. She did not want to sleep anymore, if she slept again, her head would be spinning even more.

"What time is it?" Moira asked.

"Four in the morning." Sage answered, he reached out and touched her forehead, "The fever has subsided, but the doctor said that you had a sudden high fever this time, and suggested that you stay in the hospital for a day to observe."

Moira never thought that she would experience so much in a single night. At this moment, she was truly exhausted.

"I should be fine by now. I'll be discharged tomorrow morning!" Moira did not want to stay in the hospital either, this was what every patient thought.

Sage could only agree, "Okay, if you still don't get hot at 8 in the morning, we will go home."

Although the light was not bright, Moira saw his eyes were bloodshot. Even though it was still crystal clear, it was hard to hide the exhaustion in his body.

Moira's heart clenched in pain, and she said somewhat guiltily, "Why don't you go back and rest! I can wait until tomorrow morning. I'll get my dad to come over."

Sage snorted, "Do you think I can go back and sleep?"

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