Chapter 8


    Moira had never won sopletely as today against ire. She used to care too much about Alfie,


    so there was no way she could be rational when provoked by ire. She knew ire was an


    angelic bitch, but she kept walking into her traps, and every time, she would lose and end up like a


    clown.


    After getting over Alfie, she was able to see through ire''s petty tricks. What a fool she was!


    Moira was overjoyed when she thought of ire''s angry, twisted face.


    She put the phone down, turned off the light, andy back down. That night, Moira slept like never


    before.


    The next morning, even Aiken noticed how good she looked. She had two extra buns due to her


    good mood. Aiken also felt at ease and went to thepany to handle the umted tasks.


    Juliet had been absent from work for a month to care for Moira, and Moira insisted she go to work


    today.


    Moira went to the piano room after breakfast. She had been lying in the hospital bed for more than a


    month, and her hands were almost rusty.


    Touching her beloved piano, she was soon in her own world.


    If not for the sudden ringing of her cell phone, Moira would spend the whole morning in the world of


    music.


    Moira stopped to pick up the phone on the side and couldn''t help but frown when she saw the


    unfamiliar number.


    ''ire sure doesn''t know when to give up,'' she thought and answered it.


    "ire, go marry Alfie. I don''t give a damn!" she said to the phone.


    "It''s me, Ms. Jimenez." A low male voice came from the phone.


    Moira was shocked. Her hand hit the piano, making a loud sound. The birds outside were startled


    and flew up.


    Moira realized she had been rude to the wrong person and was embarrassed. "Mr. Covington?"


    "I''m outside the vi, Ms. Jimenez," said Bary.


    Moira hurriedly moved the wheelchair to the window and saw a Bentley was parked downstairs.


    "Er, hi, Mr. Covington. What brought you here?" She couldn''t go downstairs because of her leg, so


    she had to ask first. But then, she suddenly remembered why he was there.


    Apparently, Bary also sensed something was wrong. He asked absent-mindedly, "Is this


    supposed to be a joke or something?"


    "No, Mr. Covington. Listen, I..." She choked.


    ''What''s there to exin? That I used him against Alfie? Maybe I should admit I''m a jerk,'' thought


    Moira.


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    She didn''t know what Bary was thinking, but man, this was a hell of apensation.


    "Are you ying with me, Ms. Jimenez?" Bary asked again.


    Moira denied sheepishly. "No! Let me get my passport right away."


    As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Bary''s voice behind her. "Ms. Jimenez, considering


    your injury, you may need my help."


    Moira was tongue-tied. But Bary seemed more interested in urging her to get her passport than


    helping her.


    Bary walked forward and scooped her. She smelled his cologne and subconsciously wrapped


    her arms around his neck.


    Bary straightened up and nced at her faintly. "You don''t need the wheelchair."


    He carried her and headed outside. "Where is your passport, Ms. Jimenez?" he asked.


    "In... in my room," answered Moira.


    She was looking at his chin and answered corespondingly.


    When Bary put the passport inside his pocket, Moira wanted to say something. But when his


    dark eyes looked down, she swallowed slightly and inexplicably wimped out.


    She would never y with him.