Chapter 62

Barclay’s car was parked at the villa’s entrance, and the driver had been waiting by the car for a while.

Seeing Barclay carrying Moira out, the driver opened the back door.

Just as Moira sat down, Thomas had already come out, pushing her wheelchair.

The driver folded the wheelchair and placed it in the back seat, then quickly returned to the driver’s seat, waiting for Barclay’s signal

As the car door closed, the scent of sandalwood on Barclay’s side became more distinct

“Drive,” Barclay ordered.

The car moved slowly, and Moira turned her head to look out the window, but after a while, she withdrew her gaze.

She had intended to ask Barclay who they were having dinner with, but he had already closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought

Then she gave up asking

villa, they were stuck in a traffic jam. Moira didn’t have time to react to the sudden braking. As she was about to hit her forehead against the seat in front of her, a hand reached out and

into Barclay’s

in a panic, “Mr.

careful,”

head to look at

hurt, but her face flushed, and she mumbled, “No, it’s

hand and rested it on her chook, smoothing out her slightly

had a stand-up collar, so Moira had tied her hair up into a bun, leaving some strands of hair

was cool, and as his fingers brushed her forehead, Moira quickly pushed his shoulder and sat back, saying, “I’m sorry to hump into

down, and Moira followed

made her want

mark on Barclay’s collar told her what she had

done anything. It was just that when she

and she nervously grabbed the chain on her bag, looking up at Barclay, saying nervously, “T compensate you for

“Okay,” he said lightly.

mind,

way. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped

opened the door for them. Moira Jooked at the lipstick mark on Barclay’s collar and hesitated for

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and flipped his collar up, tucking it in

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