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

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

difference, Moira tiptoed slightly to

was covered by her hands, his

you still swaying, Mr. Covington?

the verge of tears and wondered, ‘Why is his face still

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

Moira’s eyes,

lights outside the car window

@anymore.

swaying so much, are we in a bar?

kept mentioning

arms and said, “You’re drunk.

and the familiar woody scent became

usual

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

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