Chapter 61 Moira took a nap and woke up around five in the afternoon.
She remembered Barclay mentioning dinner together. Although she didn't know what Barclay had planned, today's events had indeed affected him a bit.
Moira looked down at her legs. She hadn't recovered. She thought, 'Barclay can't expectto accompany him to a business banquet tonight, right? So she thought it might just be a normal dinner gathering Moira chose a dress with a high-neck design and blue print, which made her look elegant yet lively. The waist was cinched with pleats, accentuating her slender figure, while the flared hemline added a touch of charm to her straight legs.
It was a pity that her leg hadn't recovered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Moira had fair skin, and the dress only reached two-thirds of her thighs, so her fair call was still visible. Someone knocked on the door, and Imogen, the maid, said Barclay had arrived.
Moira glanced at herself in the mirror, quite satisfied with her elegant and generous appearance. "Got it," she said.
Then she wore a classic black chain bag before wheeling herself out of the room.
Shortly after she left the room, someone appeared at the staircase.
It was Barclay.
He was positioned in the dim light, making his eyes appear even deeper. When he looked at Moira, she found his gare affectionate Moira instinctively grabbed her handbag tighter and greeted him.
He nodded slightly, striding over. His gaze assessed her as he approached and said, "You're stunning," Moira straightened her posture, pretending to be calm as she responded graciously, "Thank you." "Do you want a hug?" Barclay asked.
It was a very normal question, but for sreason, when Barclay said so, it had a different connotation.
Moira found it intimate and said, "Thank you, but..." "No need to be polite. It's just a small gesture," Barclay said Her attempt to decline was intercepted, and she was lifted by Barclay.
Moira felt a bit awkward and said, "Thank you." Barclay suddenly lowered his head, causing Moira to stiffen.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmiffen. She instinctively turned her face away, only to find that he had stopped just above her cheek, about a fist's distance away "Wearing perfume?" Barclay asked.
He sniffed, then gave his evaluation.
She had misunderstood him.
Moira's face was hot. She had just thought Barclay was going to kiss her, but it turned out he was only confirming if she was wearing perfume, Chapter 61 Moira stiffly turned her head back to meet his gaze, feeling very guilty. She replied, "A friend made it for me."
When she went for an exchange program, Moira met a perfumer and played her ber a rendition on the plans, and the perfumer made a perfspecially for Moira.
It had a sweet but not overpowering scent of orange, with hints of fresh grass.
The smell suited her Barclay glanced at her again and said, "It smells good,"
Moira looked at Barclay's Adam's apple and couldn't help but ut move her fingers, She couldn't help but remember the feeling from the other day. Her ears turned red again.
Juliet always said that the s**t part of a man was his Adam's apple. Now every tBarday hugged her, Moira's gaze couldn't help but fall on his Adam's apple. X