Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 69

Sage looked at the kitchen. A hundred thousand yuan a month for the food. If this woman was useless, then he could dismiss her at any time.

Moira looked at the father and son sitting at the table, she filled a bowl of rice for her son. Then she picked up the bowl and filled a bowl for herself. As soon as she sat down, the rice in front of her was robbed.

"Hey ..."what are you doing?" Moira asked in surprise.

In an instant, a cold gaze that emitted chilliness stared at her. Moira's scalp immediately became numb.

The little boy's bowl is filled with food. Moira had a good appetite originally, but the man opposite her had affected her appetite. After eating half a bowl of rice, she found that she couldn't eat anymore.

But, Sage has a very good appetite. He was competing with the boy. Moira wiped the corner of her son's mouth with a piece of paper occasionally.

After a while, they finished.

.....

When Moira was washing the dishes, she heard her son's piano playing. She was in a good mood, she planned to cultivate her son's literary aura.

Of course, with his son's amazing literacy ability, communicating between Chinese and English was not a problem at all.

"Daddy, can you play the piano?" The little fellow asked the man sitting beside him curiously.

"I haven't played the piano for a long time." Sage answered with a smile.

"Daddy, I want to hear it." The little guy said excitedly.

Sage sat down next to the piano. A fashionable crystal lamp lit up his body, enveloping him in a layer of silvery white light. He looked like a prince made of piano.

Moira stared blankly for a moment. This man was actually playing her piano?

A series of melodious notes echoed in the hall. How could this man play so well?

A roar that was as deep as the sea, and it shook one's soul. In the end, it was as silent as the night, and it seemed as if there was an endless wave of energy that was still shaking her soul.

Moira's face was blank, while the little fellow beside her also had his mouth slightly open. It's amazing!

He reached out to stroke his son's short, soft hair. "Do you want to take a bath?"

The little guy turned around to look at his mother. Moira was still lost in the sound of the piano. She said to her son, "Take your clothes!" Mommy's going to practice the piano!"

The little boy immediately went to his room and took his pajamas to the bathroom.

Behind him, Moira sat down at the piano. When she thought of Sage's performance, she couldn't believe that such a cold man could actually play the piano so well.

Playing the piano required a lot of emotion and a lot of thought, but how could this man have them?

That night, Moira practiced the piano for a long time.