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 it,”

and Moira calmed down a

Barclay didn’t notice

relief and looked at his collar again. Seeing that the lipstick mark

darting around and suppressed a smile, asking, “Shall

“Okay”

moved behind her, pushed the wheelchair, and

ran into an

a coincidence! Who’s

glanced down at Moira in the wheelchair and said, “Moira Jimenez, my

her name. The man reacted and said,

is Arthur Chandler,”

“Nice to meet you, Mr.

and left after exchanging a

the hotel, where

Mrs. Covington.” The

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stood up, thanked him, and

soon followed suit, and Moira could faintly smell the woodsy scent emanating from

and looked at Barclay,

introduced me so formally just now. What if we

at the 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 pay attention to such

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