Chapter 67
The private room was now only occupied by Barclay and Moira, Moira finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As she settled into the wheelchair, she couldn’t ignore the lipstick stain on Barclay’s collar.
“Mr. Covington, could you lower your head a bit?”
Barclay glanced at her and didn’t do what she said. Instead, he simply bent down.
As he drew closer, a crisp scent of wood followed him, making Moira pinch her slightly flushed earlobe.
“Your collar is a bit crooked,” Moira reminded him.
She dared not look at Barclay and simply reached out to help him sort out the clothes.
Moira was feeling guilty, and her hand trembled uncontrollably
She quickly readjusted the collar, folded it back down, and smoothed it out again, barely covering the lipstick mark. She then withdrew her hand and said, “it’s done, Mr. Covington.”
Lying made Moira feel even more uneasy. She glanced at Barclay, feeling utterly guilty,
Barclay looked at her and calmly said, “Thank you.”
“No, don’t mention it,” Moira said.
He straightened up, and Moira calmed down a bit.
Luckily, Barclay didn’t notice anything.
Moira breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his collar again. Seeing that the lipstick mark was covered up, she felt much more at ease.
Barclay watched her bright eyes darting around and suppressed a smile, asking, “Shall we go?”
“Okay”
Barclay moved behind her, pushed the wheelchair, and left the private room.
As they exited the elevator, Barclay ran into an acquaintance from the business industry.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
“Mr. Covington, what a coincidence! Who’s this?”
Barclay glanced down at Moira in the wheelchair and said, “Moira Jimenez, my wife.”
Such chance encounters usually led to a simple introduction. But Barclay included her name. The man reacted and said, “Mrs. Covington, pleased to meet you.”
“This is Arthur Chandler,” Barclay said.
Moira quickly smiled, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Chandler.
Arthur was smart and left after exchanging a few words
Barclay pushed Moira out of the hotel, where the driver was already waiting
“Mr. Covington, Mrs. Covington.” The drivey greeted them respectfully.
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Meira stood up, thanked him, and bent down to enter the car.
Barclay soon followed suit, and Moira could faintly smell the woodsy scent emanating from him,
She thought about Arthur’s expression earlier and looked at Barclay, feeling a bit conflicted.
“Arthur is a business partner of Barclay’s, but Barclay introduced me so formally just now. What if we break up in the future? Moirarought
Moira felt a headache at the thought of it. Although she had posted their marriage certificate online, apart from young people and gossip-lovers, no one would have the time to pay attention to such things.
She could tell from Arthur’s surprised expression that he didn’t know about their marriage.
Moira was lost in her thoughts about their impending divorce when suddenly, Barclay asked, “What are you thinking about?”
Her mouth was quicker than her brain, and she blurted out her thoughts, “I was thinking about what would happen after we divorce.”
As soon as she said this, Moira was stunned.
She quickly looked at Barclay, trying to explain, “No, let me explain. I just accidentally said what was on my mind.”
“What was on your mind?” Barclay asked.
“I didn’t mean it. Do you believe me?” Moira asked.
Moira wished she could just knock herself out.
She didn’t want to face this awkward and cruel reality.
Barclay looked at her calmly,
But Moira knew that she had offended him.
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