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.”

was currently

the difference, and she was still fixated on Barclay’s swaying.

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

Moira tiptoed slightly

was caught off. His face was covered by her hands, his cheeks being squeezed inward,

Mr. Covington? Can’t you sit still!”

was on the verge of tears and wondered, ‘Why is his face still swaying even when I am

He grabbed Moira’s hands and held them down.

car window cast flickering shadows as they reflected inside. They brushed across Moira’s eyes, causing her to instinctively turn her head to avoid them,

lights outside the car window

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swaying so much, are we in a bar? Why are the Eights

mentioning the

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

the familiar woody scent became even

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