She Flash-Married To His Rival

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 currently intoxicated.

the difference, and she was still fixated

hands, and covered Barclay’s face, saying,

to the height difference, Moira tiptoed

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

swaying, Mr. Covington?

face still swaying even when I am holding it? And it’s distorting…”

amused by her antics. He grabbed Moira’s hands and held

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

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

@anymore.

said, “It’s swaying so much, are we in a bar? Why are the Eights

mentioning the swaying.

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

against his chest, and the familiar woody scent became even more pronounced, permeating her nostrils