Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 213

When Moira knocked on the door but to no avail, she decided to just stop. She had to take care of these photos anyway, it didn't matter who took care of them.

Even if he wanted to, she would let him handle it!

She didn't sleep well last night, so she decided to take a shower before going to bed.

Moira showered, washed and blew her hair. An hour passed just like that, and she was currently leaning on the balcony, enjoying the night scene.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening could be heard behind her. She was startled for a moment. She turned around and saw a man with a gloomy face walking towards her. She frowned slightly. "Who dares to provoke him again?"

"Have you dealt with the photos?" Moira asked, if he did not deal with it, she could take it back and deal with them herself.

When Sage's slender body stepped onto the balcony, Moira's nerves tensed up. In the next second, the man pulled her into her embrace, with one hand holding the back of her head and the other hugging her waist, he tyrannically kissed her.

"..." What the heck was this man doing? Why did he kiss her without a word?

Moira could feel that there was a burning fury in his kiss, as if she was an enraged beast ready to break her bones at any moment.

This kind of night, after the bath girl, sweet as the cherry of the season, people would not let go.

Her body was emitting a faint fragrance from the shower gel, which was mixed with her unique fragrance. It really could make a man go crazy immediately.

The man began to be impolite.

"Let go ..." What is this man trying to do?

What did Sage want to do? He only wanted to do what a man wanted to do the most. His reason had vanished after seeing those photos, and now only his mind remained. There was only her pure and enchanting figure in those photos, as well as her bright eyes and toothless smile.

This made him eager to possess her beauty, as if this was the only way to claim her.

Ever since he met Sage, even if this man was just kissing or hugging, he wouldn't show any signs of violating his. But at this moment, Moira felt that this man was too dangerous to control.

That fear, that fear, that pain, all of a sudden surged up, making her start to tremble.

"No." Her broken voice was a please and an order.

How could Sage stop right now? For her sake, he had already used up all of his patience. He had never spent so much time for a woman before, even though he was willing to wait, but what he wanted was for this woman to repay him.

Suddenly, Sage's lips felt a hint of salt, he was startled, and immediately let go of her. He stopped moving her body, and anxiously looked at the girl who was crying with a face full of resentment.

She seemed to be frightened. At this moment, she bit her lips tightly, her long and thick eyelashes hanging down. Tears flowed from her eyes one by one.

Under the dim yellow light, she became fragile and fragile.

Sage's heart instantly clenched as he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. He pulled her into his embrace and apologized in a low voice, "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Moira reached out to push him away, "Go back to your house!"

Sage's lips were gently branded in the middle of her hair, wanting to bring about an afterthought to comfort her.

However, Moira didn't need it. At the moment, she only wanted to be quiet, and there was still a trace of pain from his big palm.

Sage gasped. At this moment, he was truly regretful and guilty, wanting to give himself a punch. What happened to him just now? He actually wanted her just like that.

Moira hurriedly strode into the hall, entered her room and locked the door.

Sage frowned as he stood in the hall and looked at the tightly closed door. He seemed to be able to see that what happened just now made this woman's heart tighten.

Sage sat on her sofa. How could he sleep again tonight?

He wanted to wait here, and tomorrow morning, as soon as she appeared, he would apologize to her again and beg her forgiveness.

Moira laid in her room, looking up at the ceiling, she was completely lost, her chest still had traces of his rudeness, her red lips still had a bit of pain and swelling.

That night, the two people behind the door were destined to have trouble sleeping.