Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 82

Moira, who was sitting on the sofa, stared at him and widen her eyes. Why did this man come back again?

"Hurry up and sleep with your son. It's very late." Moira looked at him somewhat worriedly.

Yet, Sage's tall and imposing body was inching closer and closer to her. Moira immediately leaned against the sofa out of instinct, but there was nowhere for her to retreat to!

And if she wanted to get up and run, she didn't think it was necessary. What was she afraid of? Could she be afraid of running away? This was too disgraceful.

"You ..." Moira swallowed her saliva. Just what does this man want?

She had a bad premonition. Could it be that this man wanted to become a beast again? Force her......

Sage had already arrived before her. Her slender arms propped up against her shoulders, and in an instant, his tall figure and his unique masculine aura enveloped the girl on the sofa.

Moira's eyes widened slightly as she looked at him warily. The man's deep eyes were unfathomable. His sexy thin lips dangerously whispered, "If you don't obey me, then I always have a way to make you obey."

Moira felt a strong sense of danger. She immediately raised her head and said with an unwilling face, "Who do you think you are!? If you ask me to listen to you, I'll listen to you... But..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man's overbearing and fiery hot lips sealed her lips, forcing her to swallow her words back into her stomach.

Moira was about to go crazy. This man really wanted to take advantage of her son's absence to bully her. His son had a cartoon to watch, so he definitely wouldn't push open the door and enter.

She couldn't help but extend her slender arm to push at the man's chest. She didn't want to be bullied by him again and again!

However, when the man pressed down on her slender shoulders as if he did not exert much force, she shook him and did not move.

"Ugh ... Hmm ..."

The man was not just one who could not be easily dealt with, but one who could deeply pry open her tightly clenched teeth and tyrannically explore deeper.

Bastard.

Moira cursed angrily in her heart, but her head couldn't help but feel dizzy. Her breathing was filled with the aura of this man, making her even dizzier.

Finally, the man kindly let go of her. When he withdrew his lips, his breathing was a little rough. He narrowed his eyes and said, "If you have any sexual needs, you can look for me."

By the time Moira had reacted, this man had already arrived at the door. She immediately grabbed the pillow beside her in anger and ruthlessly threw it at him. "I don't need it."

The man, however, had already opened the door and left.

Moira wanted to cry, but had no tears to shed. Her face was pink as she looked at the tightly shut door. 'This man was too confident. Does he really think that all women would like him?'

Damn bastard, next time she was going to poison him.

Moira ruthlessly wiped her lips with the back of her hand, as if she wanted to wipe off his aura.

That night, Moira tossed and turned. There was only a single thought ringing in her mind: This is too much. This man is too much.