NovelEnglishChapter 93 But soon, Moira couldn't find a reason to smile anymore.
After taking a shower, she remembered the events of last night bit by bit.
Moira thought, Juliet is right. I really shouldn't go out when I'm drunk.
Thinking of how she clung to Barclay for a hug last night, Moira felt too embarrassed to face anyone. Barclay changed his clothes and waited in the dining room for quite a while, but Moira didn't show up. Eventually, he walked to Moira's room and knocked on the door. "Ms, Jimenez?" There was no response.
Hearing the knocking, Moira tensed up, clutching the blanket tightly and closing her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Barclay waited for a few seconds, then reached for the doorknob, The door wasn't locked, and he opened the door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBarclay pushed the door open and saw the lump under the blanket.
He raised an eyebrow slightly and walked over, saying, “Mrs. Covington?" They had cback around nine last night, and Moira had ad fallen asleep asleep around ton, sleeping for more than nine hours straight.
"How could she still be sleepy?" Barclay thought.
Barclay lifted the blanket, revealing Moira's tightly closed eyes, and her curled eyelashes quivered slightly. Barclay thought, 'Ah, pretending to sleep." "Are you asleep?" Barclay said.
His low voice cfrom above, and Moira mentally urged herself to sleep, 'I can't hear it. I can't hear it.” Suddenly, she felt itchy on her face, and something landed on her cheek. Moira almost couldn't hold back.
Soon, she realized what had landed on her cheek. It was Barclay's fingertip.
The soft and warm fingertip traced along her cheek, making her want to avoid it.
"If you're asleep, you probably won't know if I kiss you, right?" As soon as the words fell, Moira felt that the familiar woody scent was getting stronger.
A moment later, she felt Barclay's breath stop above her.
Moira held her breath, and she finally couldn't pretend anymore. She quickly opened her eyes and said, “I'm awake." Barclay stared at her and said, "You woke up pretty fast" His gaze seemed to penetrate her, making Moifa feel guilty. She turned her head away and said embarrassingly, "I'm hungry, Mr. Covington." 68%| Chapter 93 Barclay got up from the bedside and said, "Breakfast is almost cold." Before leaving, he glanced at her again, thinking, 'What a pity, why couldn't she pretend to be asleep for a little longer?' Barclay w withdrew his gaze a and left the room.
After he left, Moira sat up from the bed, covering her red face with her hands. It wasn't until the heat subsided slightly that she got up and walked out of the room.
Barclay was already having breakfast. Seeing her finally coming g herf down, he gave her a glance and handed her a glass of milk. "Thank you," Moira said.
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Moira picked up the glass of milk and took a sip, but she noticed a red mark op the left side of Barclay's neck. "Could it be my doing?" Moira thought.
Just as she thought of it, Barclay touched the red mark on his neck! and glanced at her casually. “Does it look familiar to you?" he teased her. Moira's hand holding the cup tightened. "It looks like it was scratched by a cat." She wouldn't admit that it was her doing.
Barclay chuckled, "Yeah, a drunk cat." Moira's face instantly turned red. He was just referring to her.
"Did I do that?" Moira asked.
"No, it was a cat," Barclay said.
Moira wanted to bury her face in the plate.
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