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.”

don’t mention

up, and Moira calmed down

didn’t notice

a sigh of relief and looked at his collar again. Seeing

her bright eyes darting around and

“Okay”

the wheelchair, and left the

the elevator, Barclay ran into an

what a coincidence! Who’s

the wheelchair and said,

encounters usually led to a simple introduction. But Barclay included her

is Arthur

to

was smart and left after

of the hotel, where the driver was already

Covington.” The drivey greeted

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him, and bent

and Moira could faintly smell the woodsy scent emanating

Arthur’s expression earlier and

Barclay introduced me so formally just now. What

a headache at the thought of it. Although she had posted their marriage certificate online, apart from young people and gossip-lovers, no one would have

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