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,”

up, and Moira calmed

Barclay didn’t

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

watched her bright eyes darting around and suppressed a

“Okay”

the wheelchair, and left

Barclay ran into an

a coincidence! Who’s

the wheelchair and said, “Moira Jimenez, my

to a simple introduction. But Barclay included her name. The man reacted and

Arthur Chandler,”

quickly smiled, “Nice to

smart and left

the hotel, where the driver was

Covington, Mrs. Covington.” The drivey greeted them

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Chapter 67

up, thanked him, and bent down to enter the

and Moira could faintly

Arthur’s expression earlier and looked at Barclay, feeling

business partner of Barclay’s, but Barclay introduced me so formally just now. What if we break

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

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