Chapter 45
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This sudden turn of events plunged the atmosphere into awkwardness. Moira never expected that such an embarrassing thing would happen to her.
Blushing, she propped herself up on the bed and said, “Mr. Covington, I’m sorry, I didn’t sit properly.”
Barclay looked at her thoughtfully, and said meaningfully, “Do you need to take a bath before we continue?”
Amelo was already in summer in June, and Moira wore skirts every day because her leg was injured.
Today was no exception. She wore a chiffon dress that was soft and skin–friendly, very comfortable.
But the chiffon fabric stained with red wine made her uncomfortable. The chiffon fabric clung tightly to her chest, revealing the contours of the bra
undemeath, somewhat alluring
Moira’s face reddened even more. “I’m sorry. I’ll take a bath first.”
“Your clothes are in the dressing room,” Barclay said.
Barclay stepped back, giving her space to leave
Moira quickly got off the bed and hopped into the dressing room. The dressing room was large and contained mostly women’s clothing.
She randomly picked a dress and was about to leave when she noticed that even underwear was neatly prepared in the dressing room.
Moira was taken aback for a moment, but she didn’t think too much about it. Barclay had said she should move in next week, so most likely these were prepared by his secretary.
Moira made her way to the bathroom, still sporting the splint on her lower leg, which made bathing a bit of a hassle. Thankfully, there was a shower stool in the bathroom.
Half an hour later, when Moira came out of the bathroom, she saw Barclay holding her phone.
She stiffened for a moment, inexplicably thinking of Juliet’s words.
“Did he see the messages?‘ Moira thought.
The more she worried, the more likely it was to happen. Moira trembled with fear as she reached out to take back her phone, but Barclay withdrew his hand. “I didn’t mean to pry, but your phone fell on the ground. When I picked it up, I accidentally saw the messages your friend sent you.”
He paused for a moment and continued, “So, Ms. Jimenez, is it true that you married me just to get rid of Alfie?”
“Of course! I know it sounds a bit far fetched, but it’s really the best solution I could think of!” Moira immediately said.
“Is that so?” he asked.
He handed her phone back and said with a smile, “I find it hard to believe, Ms. Jimenez.”
Moira took back her phone and was about to continue explaining when Barclay said again, “Perhaps you should see what your friend sent you.”
Moira had a bad feeling about this.
She unlocked her phone and opened the conversation with Juliet, and for a moment, Moira wanted to disappear out of Barclay’s sight.
Juliet: (Baby, don’t feel pressured, you’re both married now and can have sex Alright, I won’t disturb your night. Remember to take care of your broken leg!!
The unread message count on the locked screen was limited, and Barclay might see the word “sex“, Moira felt like she couldn’t defend hersell
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