Chapter 49
Moira stiffened, standing there and watching as Barclay pulled her hand down, then bent down to lift her.
Off balance, Moira quickly reached out to place her arms around his neck.
The refreshing woody scent enveloped her, and Moira couldn’t help but wiggle her fingers around the back of Barclay’s neck
They had only met a few times, yet yesterday she touched his Adam’s apple, and today she touched his lips.
Until after breakfast, when Barclay carried her into the car, Moira still felt the heat in her middle and ring fingers.
She lowered her head, looking at her fingers, then glanced at Barclay beside her. She wanted to explain something but didn’t know how to start.
‘Should I say I didn’t mean it? Forget it. I don’t mind what he thought, Moira thought.
Moira hadn’t expected that her hands, besides being good at playing the piano, were also quite good at taking advantage of others.
To avoid any more embarrassing incidents, Moira closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
The moming traffic wasn’t smooth, and they happened to hit rush hour. The Bentley had been stuck at the traffic light for almost seven minutes.
Barclay was usually impatient, but at the moment, his hand casually rested on the steering wheel as he leaned to the side, watching Moirs, who was asleep.
The warm morning sunlight shone through the windshield onto Moira, illuminating her fair face.
Her ears were slightly red, contrasting with her fair neck.
Barclay glanced at Moira’s right hand, his eyebrows raising slightly. He lifted his hand and touched his lips with his fingertip, his cold gaze now softened.
If Maira were to open her eyes now, she would see unabashed desire in his deep eyes.
“What a coward, Barclay thought.
He swallowed hard and withdrew his gaze, starting the car and inched forward.
It took him about twelve to thirteen minutes before the traffic finally cleared up.
When the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Moira opened one eye and saw that they had arred. She breathed a sigh of relief
If the car remained stuck in traffic, her neck would have broken
She regretted pretending to sleep in such a posture.
Moira was about to open her eyes when the woody scent greeted her nose again, and Barclay’s breath warmed her face.
The next moment, Moira felt her earlobe being pinched.
Moira trembled all over, quickly opened her eyes, and asked, “There we are
Barclay looked at her with a meaningful gaze and asked, “Sleeping?”
Moira felt a little guilty, feeling like Barclay already knew she was pretending to sleep
Avoiding his gaze, she looked at his Adam’s apple and replied, “I dozed off for a while.”
She then fumbled to unfasten her seatbelt.
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Seeing this, Barclay got out of the car and walked around to her side, lifting the wheelchair down.
Moira helped herself out of the car, and when she saw him unfolding the wheelchair and pushing it over, she quickly thanked him.
Barclay glanced at her and said, “You’re welcome.”
For some reason, she felt Barclay was being sarcastic.
But she had no evidence.
Moira sat in the wheelchair, and Barclay pushed her into the hospital.
She couldn’t help but touch her right earlobe, which had just been pinched by him, feeling its normal temperature. But she still felt like her right earlobe
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