Chapter 90

Moira’s hand was caught, and she felt a little unhappy. The intoxication emboldened her. “Mr. Covington, can you stop swaying?” she said.

Frowning, she looked at Barclay in front of her, feeling like her head was spinning from his swaying.

Hearing her words. Barclay knew Moira was drunk.

He let go of her hand and said, “Sit tight.”

Moira withdrew her hand, adjusted her posture, and placed her hands on her knees like a child. Then, she looked at him with bright eyes and said, “I behave well”

Her bright eyes seemed to be saying “Praise me. Praise me.”

Barclay looked at her, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down. There was restraint in his deep eyes.

He reached out and tapped Moira’s head lightly. His usually cold voice softened slightly, carrying a hint of warmth that was hard to detect. “You’re good.”

Moira was

and she was

she bit her lip, raised her hands, and covered Barclay’s face, saying, “Mr. Covington, please stop swaying. If you keep

the height difference, Moira tiptoed slightly to reach Barclay’s

was caught off. His face was covered by

are you still swaying, Mr. Covington?

is his face still swaying even when

and held them down. “Clase your eyes and go to sleep.”

eyes, causing her

by the lights outside the car window and didn’t pay

@anymore.

staring for a while, Moira furrowed her brow and said, “It’s swaying so much, are we in a bar? Why are the Eights swaying like this?”

mentioning the swaying.

arms and said, “You’re drunk. Things won’t be swaying when

scent became even more pronounced, permeating her nostrils more strongly

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