NovelEnglishMoira 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSilly 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 sdigestive pills." Barclay remembered the last tand didn't insist on feeding her. He nodded and then put it in his mouth. Just as the two of them finished eating, Cynthia cover. "Sweetie, I'm here for you!" Barclay reached out to shield Moira, pulling her to his side with his other hand.
Cynthia was very displeased to be stopped. She straightened her face and said, "Mr. Covington, Mr. Andrews just said he needs to speak with you." "Okay," Barclay responded indifferently, but he didn't move.
Cynthia repeated herself, but this time, Barclay remained silent.
Cynthia laughed in frustration. "Mr. Covington, have you been clinging to Moira all evening? Can't you give her spersonal space?" Barclay looked at Moira. "Do you need personal space right now?" Cynthia retorted, "Isn't that obvious? Of course, she needs it!" On one side were her "husband's" affectionate eyes, and on the other side were Cynthia's hopeful eyes. Moira was caught in between and didn't know what to say.
If she said she didn't need it, would Cynthia cry the next second? If she said she needed it, would Barclay get angry? Moira was really in a tough spot.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCynthia said, "Sweetie, it's okay. Just say what you really think." Moira was susceptible to sweet talk. As soon as Cynthia called her sweetie, she surrendered.
She looked at Barclay sheepishly and said, "I think I do need it." Cynthia's sweet words were too powerful. She couldn't resist them! "Okay," Barclay responded. He frowned slightly and seemed displeased. Was he angry? Moira wanted to comfort him, but Cynthia had already pulled her away, saying, "Moira, letshow you the birthday gifts I received!" Moira looked back at Barclay, feeling she was like a bad woman.
But soon, she threw this thought to the back of her mind.
Cynthia actually said she wanted to give her all the birthday gifts she received this year! Why did this We always have to give her things?
Cynthia added, "Of course, I'll accept the birthday gift you give me, but m giving these to you! You saved me, so it's only right that I give you my birthday gifts." Moira was stunned, thinking, 'Miss Hurst, is your mind a bit strange?'
Moira was scared out of the room filled with valuable gifts.) "Ms. Plurst, may ask you a question?"
Cynthia looked at her with great honor. "Ask away. You can ask as many questions as you like!" Moira hesitated. "I'm not that nosy. I just wanted to ask if you like..." It was impolite to ask about someone's sexual orientation directly! Cynthia's eyes sparkled as she looked at Moira. "Like what?" Moira paused for a moment, then changed her wording. "Do you, uh, like me?" Cynthia replied honestly, "Yes, how did you know?" X
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