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

jam. Moira didn’t have time to react to the sudden braking. As she was about to hit her forehead against the

strong force made her fall into Barclay’s arms, and her cheek hit

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

careful,”

at Moira in his arms.

face flushed,

raised his hand and rested it on her chook,

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

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

down, and

she saw made her want

collar told her what she

anything. It was just that when she

on her bag, looking up at Barclay, saying nervously,

“Okay,” he said lightly.

didn’t seem to mind, which relieved Moira’s

way. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at

mark on Barclay’s collar and hesitated for a moment. Finally, she braced

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collar up, tucking it in a bit to

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