Chapter 102

Moira exclaimed, “Ouch!” The pain brought tears to her eyes. Before she could react, Barclay abruptly stood up and grabbed her cheek with his right hand. He said, “Spit the chicken out.”

Until then, Moira finally realized what Barclay was trying to do. She followed his words and spat out the chicken.

Seeing that, Barclay retrieved his hand and handed a glass of water to Moira, asking, “Where did you bite?”

Moira answered, “I think it’s my tongue.”

Barclay asked, “What were you

you thinking just now? You seemed lost in thoughts.”

After Moira took a sip of water, she pulled back her tongue and blurted out, “I was thinking about the 20 million dollars.” She regretted it immediately after the words came out of her mouth.

She muttered to herself, “What’s gotten into me today? That 20 million dollars must be playing tricks on my mind.”

glanced at Barclay and explained, “That’s not

and glanced back at Moira, replying plainly, “I understand, Finish

“All right.” She could not afford to let anything distract her mind after having a series of embarrassing

decided to focus on enjoying her food from then on. She reflected, ‘Rose truly is a remarkable chef. Her salmon schnitzel is simply divine. Her fried chicken is appetizing with its perfect blend of sweet and sour. The chili soup revitalizes me on hot summer days. Honestly, they’re all delightful.

at him and asked, “Are you full?” She could not help but wonder, “He’s about 6 feet

his

replied, “Oh, sure. Please go

was much more at

be the one who devoured the four dishes while Barclay barely touched

had a lot of the soup and finished his spaghetti, but

eat, and she had responded that Barclay wasn’t picky about his food. She felt

come Barclay is not a picky eater! But what can I do? Ms. Graham has made the food. I can’t

lingered at the table a while longer, enjoying a bit more food. She realized it was time to leave when she

anxious when she noticed most of her food was not

at Barclay’s mostly untouched plate, and

her with a plate of freshly cut watermelon and washed grapes, asking, “Mrs. Covington, what do you think of my cooking? Do you like it? I noticed Mr. Covington didn’t seem to

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