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

have time to react to the sudden

fall into Barclay’s arms, and her

driver said in a panic, “Mr. Covington, Ms. Jimenez, I’m sorry,

careful,”

his head to look at Moira in his

face flushed, and she mumbled,

it on her chook, smoothing

dress had a stand-up collar, so Moira had tied her hair up into a bun, leaving some strands of hair on both sides of her checks as

his fingers brushed her forehead, Moira quickly pushed his shoulder and sat back, saying, “I’m sorry

glanced down, and Moira followed his

made her want to

Barclay’s collar

just that when she fell on him, her lips

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

“Okay,” he said lightly.

didn’t seem to mind, which

way. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the hotel

and hesitated for a moment. Finally, she braced herself and said, “Mr. Covington,

Chapter 62

flipped his collar up, tucking it in a bit to cover

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