NovelEnglish"I forgot to ask what you'd like as a business trip gift," Moira said.
Moira hesitated, initially thinking to decline, but then recalled Barclay mentioning Linden picking out gifts for his girlfriend last time, realizing she had to accept this business trip gift. After a brief pause, she replied, "Mango candies, can I?" Barclay looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Are you a big fan of those?" Moira chuckled nervously. "I just want to taste mango candies from different places." "Alright then." Moira couldn't help but feel Barclay's tone was oddly gentle and indulgent.
'Oh no, I am starting to fall for it,' she wondered.
That night, Moira dreamt of mango-flavored everything.
The next morning, as the alarm clock buzzed, she opened her eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling, only then realizing it was all a dream.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut it felt so real! Moira buried her face in her hands and remembered the lingering kiss from her dream, her heart pounding faster with each passing moment.
The alarm on her phone was still blaring beside her. She reached for it, turned it off, and sat on the edge of the bed, yawning.
Barclay was going on a business trip, and as his nominal wife, she naturally had to see him off! Barclay's flight was at nine in the morning, meaning he had to leave by seven.
Moira had set her alarm for six, which was a sharp contrast to her usual wake-up tof eight. Now, getting up so early, she couldn't stop yawning even after finishing her morning routine. But Barclay seemed energetic and lively. Moira had no idea what tshe had gone to bed last night.
"Why are you up so early?" Barclay asked.
"I'm seeing you off," Moira replied, yawning, her eyes glistening with tears.
They got up so early today. Rose didn't have tto cand make breakfast, so Linden had arranged for it to be delivered.
Barclay hadn't expected Moira to be up so early. There was only one serving of breakfast, so he placed the soup in front of her.
Moira waved her hand dismissively. "I'm not hungry. I'll go back to bed after you leave." As she spoke, she propped her chin up with her hand and looked at Barclay. "Mr. Covington, are we spending Valentine's Day together next week?" Clearly still half-asleep, Moira blurted out the question without thinking.
Barclay looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to?" "It depends on you," she replied and yawned again.
Barclay finished his breakfast quickly, and noticing her continuous yawning, he suggested she go back to bed. Moira shook her head. "No, I can't.
You'll be do for seven days.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmyou off properly, L might get the wrong idea!" As she spoke, the doorbell rang.
Moira snapped to attention. "The car's here, Mr. Covington!" Outside, Linden and Jordan were already waiting.
Barclay glanced at her, then dragged his suitcase to the foyer to change shoes.
Moira followed him to the front door of the mansion. Before getting into the car, Barclay turned to her. "Alright, you go back now." Linden took the suitcase and placed it in the trunk of the car. Moira glanced at the driver, then at Linden. After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and hugged Barclay. "Safe travels."
She didn't want to let go of the comforting scent of wood emanating from him. Moira shiffed lightly, En feeling unexpectedly reluctant. She couldn't show it though and quickly let go, waving to Barclay. "See you in seven days!"
Inside the car, Jordan watched the scene couldn't help but remark, "Mr. Covington and Mrs. Covington have such a great relationship. Linden nodded in agreement. "Yeah." As a single man, he couldn't help but envy what he saw.
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