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.

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

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

tiptoed slightly to reach

covered by her hands, his

swaying, Mr. Covington? Can’t you sit still!”

of tears and wondered, ‘Why is his face still swaying even when I am holding

was almost amused by her antics. He grabbed Moira’s hands and held them down. “Clase your eyes and go

eyes, causing her to instinctively turn her head

lights outside the car window and

@anymore.

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

kept mentioning

and said, “You’re drunk. Things

herself pressed against his chest, and the familiar woody scent became even more pronounced,

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