Chapter 83
Moira cautiously touched the piano keys and asked Barclay, “Mr. Covington, is this for me?”
“No.” Barclay said swiftly.
“Oh,” Moira said.
Her smile disappeared instantly, replaced by disappointment. She quickly withdrew her hand and stood up from the chair, returning to Barclay’s side with an awkward smile. “Then who is it for?”
After saying that, she suddenly remembered something and added, “Is this for your sweetheart?”
Moira looked at the sudden coldness in Barclay’s eyes and felt that she had guessed right. She quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know just now. I accidentally played a few notes. If you mind, I can wipe the keys with disinfectant.”
She remembered Juliet saying that in novels, the overbearing CEOs had a strong passessive desire for their sweetheart and did not allow anyone to touch their sweetheart’s things.
Moira didn’t know if Barclay was the same.
Moira felt Barclay’s aura become colder, and she was taken aback, glancing at him timidly. “Can you say something? Even scolding me is fine,” Moira said.
His silence made it seem like he was about to swallow her.
Barclay raised his hand to rub his temples, seemingly annoyed. “I don’t have a sweetheart.”
He paused for a moment and then looked at her meaningfully, saying, “The piano is for a fool who just moved in.”
Moira didn’t react. “For a fool? Besides us, is there a third person living here?”
Barclay burst into laughter. The deep and rich sound of his laughter resonated in the room.
Moira was puzzled. “What’s so funny?”
After speaking, she suddenly realized what he meant. “Is this piano for me?”
Barclay suppressed his smile and said, “Yes.”
He was afraid that if he didn’t admit it, Moira would come up with even more absurd ideas.
Moira was speechless.
She didn’t know why he called her a fool.
But for the sake of the piano, Moira decided not to mind. She walked over joyfully and said, “Mr. Covington, shall I play a piece for you? You have never heard me play the piano before, right? I’ll play a salo for you.”
“I have heard you play,” Barclay said.
Barclay glanced at her and sat down on the nearby sofa. “But I don’t mind enjoying it once more.”
Moira was somewhat surprised and happy that he had actually heard her performance before. Then she started playing
It was a lively song, and Moira looked gentle when she was playing the piano,
She seemed to have entered her domain, exuding confidence, even without the spotlight of the stage, she still shimmered with a daring brilliance.
As the last note fell, Moira turned her head to look at Barclay, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.
Barclay looked at her, with a hint of affection in his eyes. He applauded and said, “Excellent.”
Moira was now somewhat embarrassed. “Thank you, Barclay”
She was so moved that Barclay had given her a piano.
“Just a small effort,” Barclay said.
After checking out the music room, Moira chose a guest room.
Barclay didn’t say anything and brought up her two large suitcases.
At noon, they had a simple meal, and in the afternoon, Barclay went back to the company for a meeting while Moira unpacked her belongings in the
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