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.”

like he said he would?” Barclay looked down at her, a hint of curiosity in his

“No,” Moira replied simply.

Barclay nodded, then turned to Aiken. “Mr.

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

entrance. Linden, upon seeing Moira and Aiken, paused for a moment, and then

Moira. He suddenly bent down, looking

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

figure, still catching a whiff of his cologne.

what Barclay had said

The driver got out and helped load Moira’s wheelchair into the

the back, reflecting on the confrontation with the Guzman family just now. They each had their

sighed, “Moira, you’ve

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