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 braking. As she

made her fall into Barclay’s

in a panic, “Mr. Covington, Ms. Jimenez, I’m sorry, there’s

careful,” Barclay gently

he lowered his head to look at Moira in his arms.

hurt, but her face flushed, and she

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 on both sides of her checks

forehead, Moira quickly pushed his shoulder and sat back, saying, “I’m

glanced down, and

saw made

collar told

fact, she hadn’t done anything. It was just that when she fell on

her bag, looking up at Barclay, saying nervously, “T compensate

“Okay,” he said lightly.

mind, which

way. Twenty minutes later,

Moira Jooked at the lipstick mark on Barclay’s collar and hesitated for a

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

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