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 a

didn’t notice

and looked at his collar again. Seeing that the lipstick mark was covered up,

around and suppressed

“Okay”

behind her, pushed the wheelchair, and left the

elevator, Barclay ran into an

Covington, what a coincidence!

Moira in the wheelchair

But Barclay included her name. The man reacted and said, “Mrs. Covington,

Arthur Chandler,” Barclay

to meet you, Mr.

smart and left after exchanging

pushed Moira out of the hotel, where

Covington.” The drivey greeted

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Chapter 67

him, and bent down

and Moira could faintly smell the woodsy scent emanating from

and looked

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

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

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