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.

and she

hands, and covered Barclay’s face, saying, “Mr. Covington, please

to the height difference, Moira tiptoed

was covered by

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

wondered, ‘Why is his face still swaying even when I

by her antics. He grabbed Moira’s hands and held them down. “Clase your eyes and go

lights outside the car window cast flickering shadows as they reflected inside. They brushed across Moira’s

the lights outside the car window and didn’t pay attention to

@anymore.

Moira furrowed her brow and said, “It’s swaying so much, are we in a bar? Why are

kept mentioning

arms and said, “You’re drunk.

found herself pressed against his chest, and the familiar woody scent became even more pronounced, permeating

usual

Then she rested her chin on his shoulder, sniffing the base of his neck, “It smells so

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