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

the 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

fall into Barclay’s arms,

came to a halt, and the driver said in a panic, “Mr. Covington, Ms. Jimenez, I’m sorry, there’s a

more careful,”

head to look at Moira in his arms.

but her face flushed, and she mumbled,

hand and rested it on her chook,

had tied her hair up into a bun, leaving some strands of hair on both

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

and Moira

made

on Barclay’s collar told

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

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

“Okay,” he said lightly.

to mind,

there were no more “accidents on the way. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped

the lipstick mark on Barclay’s collar and hesitated for a moment.

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she quickly reached out and flipped his collar up, tucking it in a bit

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