Moira was led by Barclay to the dining area, attracting many glances along the way. There were looks of envy, surprise, confusion, jealousy, and disdain.

Moira straightened her back, tightened her grip on Barclay's hand, and walked past them without looking sideways.

Even if she was a fake Mrs. Covington, no one knew!

Barclay noticed her subtle actions and smiled faintly as he held her hand tighter.

Silly rabbit.

The buffet at Cynthia's birthday party was quite lavish, with many types of cuisine. Moira had initially been worried about going hungry, but under Barclay's repeated urging, she was now worried that her stomach would be suspected of being bottomless.

"Are you full?" Barclay found a taco from somewhere, which looked delicious.

However, Moira couldn't eat anymore. She forced herself to look away. "I'm full."

Under his gaze, Moira emphasized again. "I really am full. If I eat anymore, I'll need some digestive pills."

Barclay remembered the last time and didn't insist on feeding her. He nodded and then put it in his mouth.

Just as the two of them finished eating, Cynthia came over. "Sweetie, I'm here for you!"

Barclay reached out to shield Moira, pulling her to his side with his other hand.

her face and said, "Mr. Covington, Mr. Andrews just said

Barclay responded indifferently,

but this time, Barclay

clinging to Moira all evening? Can't you give

at Moira. "Do you

obvious? Of course,

side were Cynthia's

she said she didn't need it,

cry the next second? If she said she needed it, would Barclay get

okay. Just say what you

sweet talk. As soon as Cynthia called her

at Barclay sheepishly and said, "I think I do need

were too powerful. She

responded. He frowned slightly

already pulled her away, saying, "Moira, let

Barclay, feeling she was like

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