NovelAppChapter 178 Barclay seemed to be in the study. When Moira went upstairs just now, she happened to see him enter the study.
Moira walked straight to the study and knocked on the door. "Mr. Covington, are you inside?" The door was not closed tightly. She only knocked twice, and it opened wider.
Moira was afraid that she would see something she shouldn't see, so she reached out and was about to close the door. Unexpectedly, just as she gripped the door handle, a force pulled it inside.
The next second, the door was open, and Moira was also pulled inside. She lost her balance and hit Barclay's chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe looked up awkwardly and happened to meet Barclay's deep eyes. She took a step back hurriedly and said, "Mr. Covington." Barclay took in the embarrassment on her face. His gaze swept across the tips of her red ears, and his eyebrows raised slightly. "You sleepwal again?" Moira was speechless.
Could he just let it go and not mention it again? Moira bit her lip lightly. "Rose said that we have a guest." "A guest?" Barclay frowned for a moment and then walked out of the study. "Let's go downstairs and take a look." "Okay." It was the weekend, yet someone was so insensible.
Moira went downstairs together with Barclay and immediately saw Cynthia on the sofa.
There was only Cynthia.
It was strange.
Where was Bernice? Did she eat too much and go to the washroom? Cynthia stood up from the sofa and looked at Barclay. "Barclay, I think..." Before she could finish her words, Barclay interrupted her coldly. "Ms. Hurst, there's nothing to talk about between us. I don't want my wife to misunderstand." With that, he glanced at the door. It was obvious that he wanted Cynthia to leave.
Moira knew his intention and didn't say anything.
Chapter 178 Since Bernice was not there, it was not appropriate for Moira, Barclay's fake wife, to say something.
In the face of Barclay's bad attitude, Cynthia was not angry and even smiled. "You've misunderstood, Barclay." Seeing the smile on Cynthia's face, Moira couldn't help but admire her.
She thought, 'How tolerant Cynthia is! If it were me, I would have reached the entrance of the villa!' Cynthia paused and turned to Moira. "I'm here for the sake of Mrs. Covington today." Moira was confused.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat trick was Cynthia playing? Moira had never seen it before! Barclay's face turned even colder. "Why are you here for my wife?"
Cynthia didn't mind. She took out a gift box from her bag and placed it on the table "Mrs. Covington savedlast night. I'm here to thank her today.
"Mrs. Covington, this is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't refuse. If it weren't for you last night, I wouldn't be standing here today." Cynthia smiled all the time. Her smile was sincere, and her gaze on Moira was the same.
Moira glanced at Barclay, her round eyes filled with doubt.
Barclay looked down at Moira and spoke up for her. "Ms. Hurst, just be more careful when you walk."
Cynthia was still smiling. "Mr.
Covington, you are right. Without Mrs. Covington's help last night, the consequences would have been unimaginable." Her gaze shifted to Moira again. "Mrs. Covington, please see if you like the gift." When Cynthia said that, her eyes were filled with anticipation and faint flattery.
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