Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 200

Just then, Sage suddenly held her tightly, as if he felt a very cold feeling. Moira then pulled up the blanket from her side and covered it over his body, and just like that, she turned into a human pillow and helped him sleep.

After an hour like this, it was already morning. Moira gently pulled her body out of his embrace, covered him with a blanket, and then, she returned to her room to wash her face and change clothes.

Moira went downstairs to cook breakfast. Not long ago, she had gotten a high fever, and the memory of that was fresh in her mind.

Therefore, she cooked the porridge, also cooked the pickled vegetables, and separated the little guy from him. She put in a little bit of fresh shrimp because he was growing and needed nutrition.

Moira was boiling with porridge as she went up to her son's room. When the little fellow heard the door open, he automatically opened its eyes and turned over to watch Mummy walking in. This must be the happiest moment in his eyes.

"Good morning, mommy." The little guy sat up.

Moira walked over, and gently kissed his little head. Wake up and go brush your teeth."

"Is daddy back yet?"

"He's back, but he got a fever last night and is still sleeping. Don't disturb him for now."

"Is daddy going to the hospital?"

"I'll take a look at his condition later. If he's still having a fever, I'll have to send him to the hospital. You brush your teeth first, I'll go and see him."

"En!" The little fellow nodded obediently.

Moira came out of his son's room and lightly entered the master bedroom. The sunlight shone down on the corner of the room and the curtains were down.

Moira had never seen this man with such a weak and pitiful appearance. Since the moment she saw him for the first time, he was always extremely arrogant, overbearing, and arrogant. Even if their relationship had eased up, this man still had the demeanor of a strong warrior, as if there was nothing he couldn't do.

But at this moment, she realized that he also had his own weaknesses.

Moira measured his temperature. It was 37.8 degrees, and during the fever, if he no longer had a high fever, he could retreat on his own. She didn't need to go to the hospital.

Moira was downstairs taking care of her son's breakfast. It was already past nine o'clock, so she sent the little guy out to play with balls. She went to take care of Sage.

When Sage finally woke up at 10 o'clock, he lifted his eyelashes and his eyes were crystal black. Moira immediately asked him: "How do you feel? Is there anything wrong with it?

He sat up and shook his head, but the sweat made him uncomfortable.

"I'm going to take a bath." As Sage got off the bed, he walked towards the bathroom.

Moira looked at his son from his balcony. When Sage walked out, she had changed into a clean set of clothes.

Moira thought that he was having a fever, she could not catch a cold anymore, so she said to him, "Let me blow-dry your hair!"

Sage was happy to find a hair dryer, so he found a socket on the balcony. Sage sat on the sofa on the balcony and enjoyed the feeling of Moira's soft fingers moving around her hair.

Moira blew her hair dry. Her unstylish black hair and the short hair on her forehead made him look even more youthful and fashionable.

With his face, if he didn't become the boss of a company but become a celebrity, he would also be highly sought after.