Chapter 62
Barclay’s car was parked at the villa’s entrance, and the driver had been waiting by the car for a while.
Seeing Barclay carrying Moira out, the driver opened the back door.
Just as Moira sat down, Thomas had already come out, pushing her wheelchair.
The driver folded the wheelchair and placed it in the back seat, then quickly returned to the driver’s seat, waiting for Barclay’s signal
As the car door closed, the scent of sandalwood on Barclay’s side became more distinct
“Drive,” Barclay ordered.
The car moved slowly, and Moira turned her head to look out the window, but after a while, she withdrew her gaze.
She had intended to ask Barclay who they were having dinner with, but he had already closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought
Then she gave up asking
Not long after the car left the villa, they were stuck in a traffic jam. Moira didn’t have time to react to the sudden braking. As she was about to hit her forehead against the seat in front of her, a hand reached out and pulled her arm.
The strong force made her fall into Barclay’s arms, and her cheek hit his shoulder
The car came to a halt, and the driver said in a panic, “Mr. Covington, Ms. Jimenez, I’m sorry, there’s a car ahead…”
“Be more careful,” Barclay gently reprimanded
Then he lowered his head to look at Moira in his arms. “Did that hurt?”
Moira wasn’t hurt, but her face flushed, and she mumbled, “No, it’s fine.”
Barclay raised his hand and rested it on her chook, smoothing out her slightly disheveled hair
Her dress had a stand-up collar, so Moira had tied her hair up into a bun, leaving some strands of hair on both sides of her checks as decoration.
Barclay’s hand was cool, and as his fingers brushed her forehead, Moira quickly pushed his shoulder and sat back, saying, “I’m sorry to hump into you.”
Barclay glanced down, and Moira followed his gaze
What she saw made her want to escape
The lipstick mark on Barclay’s collar told her what she had done.
But in fact, she hadn’t done anything. It was just that when she fell on him, her lips brushed against the collar.
Moira’s face blushed red, and she nervously grabbed the chain on her bag, looking up at Barclay, saying nervously, “T compensate you for it
“Okay,” he said lightly.
Barclay didn’t seem to mind, which relieved Moira’s embarrassment,
Fortunately, there were no more “accidents on the way. Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the hotel entrance.
The driver opened the door for them. Moira Jooked at the lipstick mark on Barclay’s collar and hesitated for a moment. Finally, she braced herself and said, “Mr. Covington, your collar is a bit myssy.”
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With that, she quickly reached out and flipped his collar up, tucking it in a bit to cover the lipstick mark
After doing all this, she withdrew her hand nervously and said, “All done.”
Barclay glanced at her, seemingly unaware of her little tricks, and said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Moira said.
Barclay got out of the car first, and Moira, supporting the wheelchair, got out and sat on the wheelchair,
Barclay wheeled her into the hotel, drawing curious glances from many people in front of the elevator.
When she thought of the lipstick mark on Barclay’s collar, Moira’s ears turned red.
Along the way, she couldn’t help but glance up at Barclay’s collar, fearing that he might reach out to adjust it and reveal the lipstick mark
It wasn’t until they entered the private room that Moira finally breathed a sigh of relief,
But when she saw Felix inside the room, her anxiety returned.
She was afraid she would embarrass herself in front of Felix.
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