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 was still

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

height difference, Moira tiptoed slightly to reach Barclay’s

Barclay was caught off. His face was covered by her hands, his cheeks being squeezed

swaying, Mr. Covington? Can’t you sit

‘Why is his face still swaying even when I

almost amused by her antics. He grabbed Moira’s hands and held them down.

as they reflected inside. They brushed across Moira’s

attracted by the lights outside the car window and didn’t pay

@anymore.

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

mentioning

“You’re drunk. Things won’t be swaying when you

the familiar woody scent became even more pronounced,

usual

free herself from Barclay’s embrace. Then she rested her chin on his

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