Chapter 67

The private room was now only occupied by Barclay and Moira, Moira finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As she settled into the wheelchair, she couldn’t ignore the lipstick stain on Barclay’s collar.

“Mr. Covington, could you lower your head a bit?”

Barclay glanced at her and didn’t do what she said. Instead, he simply bent down.

As he drew closer, a crisp scent of wood followed him, making Moira pinch her slightly flushed earlobe.

“Your collar is a bit crooked,” Moira reminded him.

She dared not look at Barclay and simply reached out to help him sort out the clothes.

Moira was feeling guilty, and her hand trembled uncontrollably

She quickly readjusted the collar, folded it back down, and smoothed it out again, barely covering the lipstick mark. She then withdrew her hand and said, “it’s done, Mr. Covington.”

Lying made Moira feel even more uneasy. She glanced at Barclay, feeling utterly guilty,

Barclay looked at her and calmly said, “Thank you.”

mention it,” Moira

straightened up, and Moira

Barclay didn’t

collar again. Seeing that the lipstick mark was

around and suppressed

“Okay”

behind her, pushed the wheelchair, and left the

Barclay ran into

Covington, what a

in the wheelchair and

a simple introduction. But Barclay included her name. The man reacted and said, “Mrs. Covington, pleased to meet

is Arthur Chandler,”

smiled, “Nice to meet you,

smart and left after

of the hotel, where

Covington, Mrs. Covington.” The drivey

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stood up, thanked him, and bent down

suit, and Moira could faintly smell the woodsy scent emanating

about Arthur’s expression earlier and looked at

is a business partner of Barclay’s, but Barclay introduced me so

marriage certificate online, apart from young people and gossip-lovers, no one would have the time to pay

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