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

a traffic jam. Moira didn’t have time to react to the sudden braking. As she was about

Barclay’s

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

careful,” Barclay

to look at Moira in his arms.

but her face flushed,

on her chook, smoothing out

had a stand-up collar, so Moira had tied her hair up into a bun, leaving some strands of hair on

was cool, and 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

Barclay’s collar told her

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

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

“Okay,” he said lightly.

didn’t seem to mind,

on the way. Twenty minutes later,

door for them. Moira Jooked at the lipstick mark on Barclay’s collar and hesitated for a moment. Finally, she braced herself and said, “Mr. Covington, your

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and flipped his collar up, tucking it in a

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