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

Moira calmed

Barclay didn’t

at his collar again. Seeing that the

eyes darting around and suppressed a smile, asking, “Shall we

“Okay”

pushed the wheelchair,

exited the elevator, Barclay ran into an acquaintance from the business

what a coincidence! Who’s

at Moira in the wheelchair and said,

chance encounters usually led to a simple introduction. But Barclay included her name. The man reacted and

is Arthur Chandler,”

“Nice to

smart and left

the hotel, where the

Covington.” The drivey greeted

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up, thanked him, and bent

and Moira could faintly smell the woodsy scent

earlier and looked at

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

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

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