Chapter 81
Barclay’s gaze showed disbelief, and Moira’s face immediately turned red.
She licked her lips and was about to explain, but Barclay had already pushed open the car door and stepped out.
Barclay stood by the car door, looking down at her. “How’s your leg?”
Moira quickly got out of the car and said, “It’s not painful anymore. You don’t need to bother.”
“Alright,” he replied and took her wrist, pulling her to the side before closing the door.
“Stop dawdling, come in,” Barclay said.
Moira nodded and followed Barclay inside.
She forgot for a moment that her right calf still couldn’t exert force, and as she took a step, Moira felt a slight pull of pain.
She instinctively gasped.
Barclay stopped and turned to look at her. “I thought you said it didn’t hurt?”
“I just didn’t…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she was already being lifted.
Moira realized that she was getting used to Barclay carrying her.
She didn’t resist and let him carry her into the villa.
It had to be said that Barclay’s physical strength was really good.
Moira
a didn’t think she was fat. After all, she was 5.5 feet tall but only weighed 110 pounds.
She was not too skinny, but Barclay could effortlessly carry her.
Barclay had some impressive arm strength.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Thinking of this, Moira subconsciously looked at his arms.
Because he was carrying her, his biceps were tightly pressed against her arms, revealing how strong he was.
of his abdominal muscles. With his arm muscles so attractive, his abdominal muscles should also be attractive.
Moira inexplicably thought of h
Moira couldn’t help but swallow, feeling an inexplicable warmth spreading across her face.
When she was placed on the sofa, Barclay glanced at her, and Moira felt inexplicably guilty. “Thank you, Mr. Covington.”
Barclay asked, “What would you like to drink?”
“Just water,” Moira answered.
She was a bit thirsty.
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After saying it, Moira added, “Warm water.”
Barclay went to the kitchen and fetched her warm water.
It was then that Moira realized that the villa seemed different from the last time she was here.
Realizing this, Moira breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought, ‘There shouldn’t be just one room here, right?”
Barclay came back with the water and sat down beside her. Seeing her drinking water while looking around, he knew what she was thinking and smirked.
Moira took a few sips of water and looked at Barclay, tentatively asking. “Mr. Covington, how many rooms are there here?”
“How many rooms do you want?” Barclay asked.
“As long as more than one.”
Her requirements weren’t high.
Barclay drank most of the soda water, and his eyes suddenly dimmed. “Then you’re lucky, there’s more than one room.”
Moira relaxed, wondering where she would sleep when Barclay suddenly stood up and said, “The rooms are mostly upstairs. Choose one for yourself. I have something to do in the study. If you need anything, come to me.”
After saying that, Barclay went upstairs directly.
Moira looked at his back, blinked, and felt somewhat puzzled.
She hadn’t said anything wrong just now.
Why was he so angry?
Moira couldn’t figure it out, and she didn’t intend to
She would just coax him later. She found that Barclay wasn’t hard to coax, but he was a bit petty, getting angry at the slightest thing,
Well, blame me for having a good temper, Moira thought.