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

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

her fall into Barclay’s arms, and her cheek hit his

came to a halt, and the driver said in a panic,

careful,” Barclay gently

lowered his head to look at Moira in his arms. “Did that

her face flushed, and she mumbled, “No,

on her

hair up into a bun, leaving some strands of hair on both sides

as his fingers brushed her forehead, Moira quickly pushed his shoulder and

glanced down, and

saw made

collar told her what she

she hadn’t done anything. It was just that when she fell on him, her lips brushed

red, and she nervously grabbed the chain on her bag, looking up at

“Okay,” he said lightly.

seem to mind, which relieved Moira’s

no more “accidents on the way. Twenty

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

Chapter 62

collar up, tucking it in a bit to cover

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