Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 98

Moira was helped to walk to the entrance of the hall. The waiter opened the door, then closed it again.

Behind her, the bustling atmosphere was immediately cut off. It was very quiet in the corridor, but Moira's little face was completely red. She even started to pant. She really didn't have the strength to stand up straight anymore, so she could only stay in Bertram's arms.

"The elevator is here, let's get off!" He led her into the elevator.

At the entrance of the hotel, a sportscar came flying down. It stopped in front of the entrance in an extremely arrogant manner before getting off the vehicle.

An aura that prevented strangers from approaching him emanated from Sage's body. His body was full of cold aura.

He forcefully pressed down on the handle of an elevator. Suddenly, a bang sound was heard by him as the elevator opened. Sage's gaze swept over the crowd.

He saw the figure of a girl in the arms of a man. The man was Bertram, but the girl in his arms who else could it be other than Moira?

Because Moira had taken the elevator, her head felt even dizzier. She was afraid that she would fall down, so she naturally wrapped her arms around Bertram's waist. At this moment, she didn't care whether men and women were intimate with each other, her life was more important.

A hint of surprise flashed across his face when he saw how intimate Moira was hugging his waist. However, this pleasant surprise didn't last for more than three seconds before a big palm suddenly grabbed one of Moira's arms in his embrace.

With a pull, he pulled her over.

Before Bertram could react, Moira was pulled away from him. Moira, on the other hand, felt even more pain in her arm and became more clear-headed.

She raised her blurry eyes, and when her body collided with a firm chest, she looked up and saw a man's face. She was immediately shocked. "Why are you here?"

Bertram's eyes stared dazedly at the man who had snatched Moira away. His eyes were slightly wide with disbelief. It was Sage.

As a member of the entertainment industry, he knew everyone from the Feudal Lord Family. Even though he had seen this man for the first time today, he immediately recognized him as Sage.

Sage's large palm still gripped tightly onto Moira's arm. The force was so strong that it hurt. She couldn't help but cry out in anger, "Sage, you're hurting me! Let go!"

Bertram was shocked once more. Moira actually recognized that he was Sage? What was their relationship?

"Mr. Maxwell, Miss Garcia is drunk. I'll take her home." Since he didn't have the guts to snatch the person from Sage's arms, he spoke in a calm voice.

Of course, Sage knew that this woman was drunk. Just by the way she spoke; he knew that she drank quite a bit.

"You can go back to the party and I'll take her home." If he hadn't come, wouldn't this woman have gone to a nearby hotel with Bertram?

The intimate hug just now was clearly due to his unbearable thirst.

When Moira heard this, she raised her head and smiled towards Bertram. "Bertram, thank you. You can go back now! Let him send me back."

"You know Mr. Maxwell?" Even Bertram didn't feel at ease in handing her over to Sage. Tonight, Moira was so drunk that a man wouldn't be able to control himself.

Although Moira was drunk, she still knew that something should be kept as secret. "He's my ..."

Before she could utter the word "friend", she heard a loud male voice reply, "I'm her husband."

When he finished, Sage snorted coldly in reply. "Do you have any objections?"

Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that Moira was actually Sage's woman. He could only smile. "Of course not!" I hope you take good care of her. "After he finished speaking, he handed Moira's bag to him.