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Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 68

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Chapter 68 novel Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart

Moira's mind buzzed. How did she become Mrs. Garcia? But now that she thought about it, this woman must have thought that Sage's surname was Garcia! Because her son's surname was also Garcia!

She didn't want to say anything more, so she gave a hollow laugh as a response.

Fortunately, the woman left at the fourth floor, and the following atmosphere was a bit weird. The little guy looked at Mommy curiously and asked, "Mommy, why did that auntie call you Mrs. Garcia just now?"

"It's nothing. Don't ask any questions." Moira didn't plan to explain.

The little guy immediately pouted and said, "But, if teacher teaches us if not understand, we have to ask!"

"This is a matter between adults. Kids like you don't understand." Moira said again.

After the elevator opened, the little guy ran out. He stood in front of the two doors, looked at this one, then looked at the door on the other side. He was very unhappy.

"Daddy, can I come to your room and play?"

"Sure!" Naturally, Sage welcomed him.

Moira also hurriedly unlocked the door and pushed it open. At this moment, a strong arm pushed open her door and entered. The little fellow also curiously followed in.

Moira looked at the wall that had been knocked on today, and indeed pressed a door. The brick and wall that had been knocked on the side had been painted once again, and apart from a door, everything else was perfectly fine.

"Wow! Why is there a door here?" the little guy asked in surprise.

"Daddy made this connection today. From now on, you can enter daddy's house through this door. You don't need to walk through the main entrance anymore." Sage stroked the little guy's head.

Moira immediately thought of a problem and asked the man beside her, "Do you want to leave the key to me?"

"This is a fingerprint lock. You can't open it except for me and my son." The man squinted and spoke plainly.

Moira's eyes immediately widened. What did this man mean? Disregard her? Why couldn't she open it?

"You ... Why can't I open it! Also, if that's the case, then wouldn't I be in danger?"

"Danger?" Sage turned his head to stare at her with an unfathomable coldness. He understood her meaning and immediately smiled. "You can rest assured that I don't have that kind of sexual interest in you."

Moira immediately felt humiliated. She snorted coldly and said, "No, I also need permission to enter this door."

"No." On the other hand, Sage firmly refused.

"Why?"

"Like you, I'm afraid I'll be in danger." Sage stared at her with a profound look in his eyes.

Moira also quickly understood what he meant. She immediately revealed a cold, disdainful smile. "You're overthinking things. Even if you're the only man left in this world, I still wouldn't like you."

At his side, Lucas shook his head and sighed. "Mommy, Daddy isn't that bad, right?"

"It's not a question of whether or not it's bad, it's a question of character." Moira corrected.

Sage pressed the fingerprint and opened the door. The little fellow immediately lifted its little foot and walked into the man's house. Moira looked up and was shocked to see that it was comparable to a seven-star hotel. She was stunned for a few seconds, but when the man closed the door, he said, "Prepare dinner before seven."

With that, he closed the door tightly.

Moira was so angry that she stuck her waist in. Did this man dare to order her around? Wasn't it just a card? She still hasn't used it!

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