NovelEnglishChapter 100 Barclay's hand was on the second button of his shirt, the dark red scratch standing out against his skin.
Moira retrieved her gaze, forcing herself to stop focusing on the scratch. However, she could not ignore it when she kept reminding herself that she was the one who generated that scratch.
When Barclay unfastened the second button, Moira could not hold her curiosity anymore and asked, "Mr. Covington, I put sconcealer on the scratch this morning, didn't 17" Barclay lowered his head to glance at the scratch on his left neck. He raised his eyebrows and replied, "I worked up a sweat earlier. The concealer must be melted off." Moira was surprised and repeated, “Melted off?" She cried inside, "My concealer is waterproof! I also applied a waterproof foundation and loose powdert The makeup melted off?' She could not believe it.
Barclay looked over and asked, "Any problems?" Moira answered, "Nothing. The quality of my makeup products is too low." Barclay replied, "Yeah. You should change them with a better brand." He stayed composed, showing no sign of guilt. This made Moira feel it was inappropriate to question further. Besides, she knew Barclay would bring up what had happened last night if she kept asking Barclay sat on the white sofa and leaned back. He slightly raised his head, fixing his gaze on Moira, and casually asked, "Why didn't you take her checks?" Moira was puzzled when she heard Barclay's words, asking. "Can... Can I take them?" Barclay chuckled and replied, "Those are the gifts from your mother-in-law. Why do you think you can't take them? Why did you let go of the free money?" Moira said, "I felt it wasn't right to accept them." She talked to herself, 'Is there still a chance forto ask Mrs. Bernice to offer20 million dollars again?" At this time, Rose walked to Moira and Barclay. She glanced at them at the door and knocked on the door, announcing, "Mr. Covington and Mrs. Covington, lunch is ready." Moira pursed her lips and replied, "Thanks, Ms. Graham." With that, she looked at Barclay and said, "Mr. Covington, tfor lunch." Moira took her phone and rose from the sofa. Barclay followed her to get up. They approached the door almost at the stime.
Feeling Barclay was approaching, Moira stood still, indicating Barclay to go ahead.
Unexpectedly, Barclay did not move. Instead, he lowered his head to look at Moira's left foot and asked, "Do you feel better about your foot?" Moira replied, "I guess so?" Barclay raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean when you say 'I guess so'?" Moira felt embarrassed and said. "It's healing, but it's not fully recovered yet." Barclay seemed to understand it and asked to confirm, "So it's still hurting?"
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