Meanwhile, sitting in the car, Moira recalled everything that had just happened and wondered if she had lost her mind.

Why did she rush into Barclay's arms like that?

Thinking back to the moment she collided into his embrace, she still felt her heart racing.

'How pathetic of you, Moira!' she scolded herself inwardly.

It was all just a performance, so why was she acting so shy, like a primary school kid who had never been in love? But he was Barclay! The epitome of a man!

"What are you thinking about?" A voice suddenly broke the silence in the car.

Moira was startled and looked at Barclay. She blurted out as usual. "I'm thinking about the epitome of men."

Barclay's expression changed when he heard that.

He stared at Moira, making her face turn red. Moira immediately explained, "It's not what you think, Mr. Covington!" "What is it then?" Barclay asked.

What? Should she confess that his embrace made her blush and her heart race? Could she even say that?

Moira said hesitantly, "It's just, it's just..."

"Can't explain yourself, right?" he teased.

Moira was speechless. Please destroy her already. She was exhausted!

She lowered her head, giving up on explaining.

No matter how she explained it, it seemed like Barclay would misunderstand anyway.

Oh well, let it be. Let him think what he wanted.

In the dimly lit car, with the lights outside flashing past the window, Barclay chuckled as he looked at her reddening ears.

Although the laughter lasted only a few seconds, Moira still heard it.

She awkwardly lifted her head and glanced at Barclay. "Can you please give me some face?"

"How so?" he asked.

"Don't laugh at me." She tried to maintain a serious expression as she said it.

Barclay slowly wiped the smile off his face. "Okay, I'll give you some face and stop laughing."

Moira was speechless. He might as well keep laughing!

No one spoke, and the car fell into silence.

Because of the heavy rain, the driver was going a bit slower, and the usual twenty-minute journey took thirty minutes.

Moira looked out the window, slowly calming down.

Suddenly, her phone in her bag started vibrating, the sound echoing clearly in the quiet environment.

She quickly took out her phone and saw a message from Juliet.

Juliet: [Moira, your husband is a great guy! He even sent someone to pick me up after fetching you. Remember to thank your husband!] Moira was a little puzzled. [What did Barclay do?]

Juliet quickly replied: [Mr. Covington sent

S secretary to take me h

Just a few minutes after you left, Mr.

secretary app to me?

Juliet: [And was teasing Thalia and Emma at that time! Having Mr. Covington's secretary show up was the perfect finishing touch! Thalia and Emma were both furious!] She added a laughing emoji.

Reading this, Moira understood what was going on. She glanced at Barclay, who was pretending to be asleep beside her. She asked: Are you saying Barclay's secretary went to pick you up?]

Juliet: [Yeah, why?]

Moira: [I'm shocked!]

Juliet: [Honestly, at first, I thought Linden was Emma's boyfriend, and Emma had sent him over to beat me up...] Juliet: [Anyway, Mr. Covington is really good to you! Are you not considering making a move on such a nice guy?] Moira's face turned red. [That's not something I can think about...]

She had just sent this message when the car suddenly stopped.

Moira's phone fell from her hand and hit Barclay's shiny shoes.

Before she could bend down to pick it up, he had already retrieved her phone.

Barclay glanced at the bright screen of her phone. His gaze fell on the chat log, causing him to pause for a moment.

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