Bearing His Child, Burying My Heart novel Chapter 99

It was rare for him to not know whether to laugh or cry. At this moment, he finally understood what kind of emotion this was.

This woman was simply too drunk to look at. Her long hair was like grass covering her face as she slept like a dead pig.

He returned to the bathroom and filled the tub with water. When he returned to the living room, he took a bottle of cold spring water from the refrigerator and drank it. When he felt that the water in the bathtub was almost done, he reached out to pick up the woman and carried her to the bathroom.

Moira seemed to have noticed that something was wrong. She opened her misty eyes and said, "Sage, Where are you carrying me!"

"Take a bath!" The man did not hide it from her.

"Ugh, I don't want a bath. I want to sleep." Moira felt so dizzy that she couldn't even open her eyes. She was so tired that she was about to faint.

"Even if you don't want to, you have to." Sage answered firmly.

"I don't want... I don't want to." After Moira finished speaking, she pushed her small hand towards his chest. Sage's chest was already bare to begin with, but she was drunk and didn't have any strength left in her hand. To say "push" it was more like touching.

Sage's handsome body suddenly tensed. His eyes were filled with the color of desire. This woman had better not provoke him tonight. Otherwise, he would really fuck her like a beast.

Moira resisted in her heart, but no matter how she pushed him, no matter how she struggled in his embrace, this man was like an iron wall, unshakable.

"Um... Sage, let go of me. I don't..." Before Moira could finish, the man threw her into the bathtub.

"Ugh" Moira was so frightened that she quickly helped herself to the edge and sat up, otherwise she would have choked.

Moira's body went limp and her chest was soaked in the bathtub. Her long hair was scattered across the surface of the water. At this moment, her face was flushed red and her expression was lovely. Her red lips were slightly parted as she breathed.

Sage could clearly feel his own body being propped up. He silently cursed. This woman actually had this kind of ability. He didn't dare to underestimate her.

Moira also felt that the water was extremely warm and comfortable, so she just laid on the edge of the bathtub and continued sleeping.

Sage narrowed his cold eyes, completely speechless. This woman clearly didn't intend to wash herself. Did she want him to help?

Sage bent down and pulled away the hair at the back of her head. He found the zipper on her dress and yanked it all the way down.

Moira immediately woke up in fright. She quickly clutched her chest, and at the same time, Sage tore off her skirt from her thin arms.

Moira crossed her arms across her chest as she looked at him warily with her big, drunken Eyes, "Sage, don't go too far. You dare touch me again. Then I will..."

"Hiss!" Her skirt was ripped in half by the man. It tore out from her body, causing Moira to immediately shriek. Perhaps because she was drunk, her mind wasn't clear. She wrapped her arms around herself for a while before falling asleep, shaking her head.

Sage immediately held her head with one hand and rubbed her body with a large palm. This feeling made Moira relax her guard. She actually let this man wash her.

Sage's eyes were as thick as the night. He ruthlessly placed a palm on her body, ruthlessly rubbing her tender skin until it turned red. She hadn't taken off her corset yet, and he bit his lips to let her sleep on the edge of the bathtub. He threw the last piece of cloth onto the ground as well.

Moira lay prone in the bathtub, unconscious. She had no idea that her body was exposed to the man's eyes and even allowed him to personally bathe.