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 to hit her forehead against the seat in front of her,

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

a panic, “Mr. Covington, Ms.

careful,” Barclay gently

at

face flushed,

on her

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

brushed her forehead, Moira quickly pushed his

glanced down, and Moira followed

made her

collar told her

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

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

“Okay,” he said lightly.

to mind, which relieved

no more “accidents 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,

Chapter 62

collar up, tucking it in a bit to cover

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