Chapter 90

Moira’s hand was caught, and she felt a little unhappy. The intoxication emboldened her. “Mr. Covington, can you stop swaying?” she said.

Frowning, she looked at Barclay in front of her, feeling like her head was spinning from his swaying.

Hearing her words. Barclay knew Moira was drunk.

He let go of her hand and said, “Sit tight.”

Moira withdrew her hand, adjusted her posture, and placed her hands on her knees like a child. Then, she looked at him with bright eyes and said, “I behave well”

Her bright eyes seemed to be saying “Praise me. Praise me.”

Barclay looked at her, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down. There was restraint in his deep eyes.

He reached out and tapped Moira’s head lightly. His usually cold voice softened slightly, carrying a hint of warmth that was hard to detect. “You’re good.”

Unfortunately, Moira was currently intoxicated.

she was still

she bit her lip, raised her hands, and covered

the height difference, Moira tiptoed slightly

unpredictable. Barclay was caught off. His face was covered by her hands, his cheeks being squeezed inward, distorting his nose and

are you still swaying, Mr. Covington? Can’t

of tears and wondered, ‘Why is his face still swaying even when

by her antics. He grabbed Moira’s hands and held

the car window cast flickering shadows as they reflected inside. They brushed across Moira’s eyes, causing her to instinctively turn her head to avoid

by the lights outside the car window

@anymore.

said, “It’s swaying so much, are we in a

kept mentioning

her into his arms and said, “You’re

familiar woody

usual

deep breath and struggled to free herself from Barclay’s embrace. Then she rested her chin on his shoulder, sniffing the

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