Chapter 42

Barclay undid his seatbelt, opened the car door, but didn’t step out. He leaned slightly towards Moira, his left hand resting on the steering wheel. “We’re home, Mrs. Covington,” he said, then helped her unbuckle her seatbelt

Moira tensed up for a moment, catching a whiff of his cologne.

After helping her with the seatbelt, Barclay get out of the car. He went around to the trunk, grabbed her wheelchair, and placed it in front of the garage door

There were three steps at the entrance to the garage. Moita had just hopped down one when Barclay suddenly dashed over and scooped her up.

“I can manage on my own,” Moira protested.

Barclay glanced down at her, showing no signs of putting her down. “Let me help you, Mrs. Covington. After all, I’m your husband.”

Barclay carried Moira up to the living room on the first floor. The entire room was decorated in shades of silver, making it look s p a c i u s

Bending down, Barclayset her gently on the couch. As he leaned forward, the collar of his shirt dipped slightly, and she caught a glimpse of his big pectorals.

“What do you want to drink?” Barclay asked.

“Anything’s fine,” Moira replied.

anything else. He walked over to the back of the TV wall. Soon, he came back with a glass

glass of

TV remote. “Pick whatever show you want.

his phone, he saw it was Harvey Andrews

water, Barclay turned back to look through

meet us at

I’m not going tonight. Have fun, though,” he said, ending the

the glass in his

“Elite

picked it up to find his four friends chatting in a WhatsApp group.

chat and saw Finley Ward had asked

replied: Got some

(What stuff? You meeting a chick,

took a few seconds to think before sending a

message, Barclay didn’t check the group chat anymore, but everyone in the group was

Harvey: What?]

Finley: [Are you kidding?]

I

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married? And was he just flexing about his good relationship with

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