Chapter 25

The elevator doors closed, leaving Moira, Barclay, and Aiken inside. Barclay stond behind Moira, holding onto her wheelchair with one hand, the other hanging loosely by his side. His fingertips grazed her back, making Moira tickle a bit and scoot forward instinctively.

Noticing Moira’s movement, Barclay glanced down at her hand. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable.

Aiken, standing nearby, didn’t catch onto any of this. He glanced at Barclay, remembering what had happened earlier, feeling the need to clear things up. “Mr. Covington, I hope you don’t get the wrong idea. Moira and I are here tonight to set boundaries with the Guzman family.”

Upon hearing her father’s words, Moira glanced up at Barclay. She remembered casually mentioning dinner plans with someone earlier and suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.

Moira bit her lip, then spoke up. “Allie said he’d apologize to me by kneeling down.”

Barclay looked down

“No,” Moira replied simply.

nodded, then turned to Aiken. “Mr. Jimenez, you needn’t worry. I trust your

“He’s better than Allie. At least, he won’t jump to conclusions about Moira,

pushing Moira towards the hotel entrance. Linden, upon seeing Moira and Aiken, paused for a moment, and then quickly understood why Barclay had let him

the wheelchair handles and stepped up to Moira. He suddenly bent down, looking into her eyes. “Mrs. Covington, don’t forget to tell

back up straight, Barclay nodded at Alken. “I’m heading back now. Goodnight.” And then he made his

of his cologne. She

Barclay had said earlier, just

car was waiting at the entrance. The driver got out

back, reflecting on the confrontation with the Guzman family just

sighed, “Moira, you’ve

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