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

and Moira calmed

Barclay didn’t

collar again. Seeing that the lipstick mark was covered up, she felt much

her bright eyes darting around and suppressed a smile, asking,

“Okay”

the

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

a coincidence!

in the wheelchair and

But Barclay included her name. The man reacted

is Arthur

“Nice to meet

was smart and left

the hotel, where the driver was already

The drivey

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up, thanked him, and

could faintly

about Arthur’s expression earlier and looked at Barclay, feeling

Barclay’s, but Barclay introduced me so

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

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