Moira felt that the tie in her hand didn't quite match. She put it back and picked another one, then stood in front of the suit to compare. But somehow, it didn't quite have the effect she wanted. So, she just put the tie on and took two steps back to see how it looked.

However, she didn't anticipate that after just one step back, she would collide with Barclay's solid chest.

Startled, Moira instinctively turned around. "Mr. Covington, I'm so sorry!"

She glanced down at the foot she had accidentally stepped on. "I didn't see you there."

She raised her head again and cautiously looked at Barclay's face. "I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"No," Barclay replied.

He glanced at her before retracting the hand that had been on her shoulder. "Are you choosing a tie?"

Moira grimaced. "I guess my sense of style isn't that great."

"Who said that?" Barclay asked.

She didn't immediately respond. "Huh?"

"Who said you have a bad sense of style?"

Moira touched her nose that had just bumped into. "I did."

Barclay's eyes flickered as he looked at her. "I think you have great taste."

Hearing his words, Moira couldn't help but feel pleased. Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah," he confirmed.

to gaze at her. "You think I look

a moment, then replied,

his lips curling slightly. "Have you

I just need

ties were all quite similar in style, considered versatile and never really wrong no matter which

the slight

say anything more, just standing

dare to be too picky anymore and simply

under the wardrobe. She pulled it out, neatly folded the clothes, and packed

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

and stood up, turning

playing on his lips. His sparkling

he restrained the urge to pull

aback for a moment and looked at

"Underwear," he replied casually.

yeah, I guess so. You can

for

"Alright, thanks."

walked directly

opened a

five pairs of underwear,

placed them

bet

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