Chapter 44


    Chapter 44


    Moira hadn’t even had a chance to exin when she received a flurry of messages from Juliet,


    Juliet Moira, are you progressing so fast?


    Juliet: Could it be that Mr. Covington has been secretly in love with you for years, and now he can


    finally be with you.]


    Juliet: Well done, Moira! You’re at Mr. Covington’s ce at this hour. Allie will be pi s e d off if he


    finds out.


    Juliet: Alfie is at your door. Are you nning to spend the night at Mr. Covington’s house tonight?


    Oh, sorry, I should say your house now. You’re


    married!]


    Juliet: Moira, you’re really something I’m impressed. Bary is a good man. Do whatever you want


    with him. You’re a couple now.


    Juliet: [But a piece of advice. Don’t have a baby for the moment. Remember to use a condom. I


    won’t bother you anymore.


    Moira trembled when she saw Juliet’s me


    messages, and her phone fell onto the bed and bounced off onto the floor.


    At the same time, there was the sound of the bathroom door opening.


    Moira looked up and saw Barying out in a bathrobe, with a hint of fragrance trailing behind


    him.


    He had just washed his hair, and water droplets dripped from his face down along the sharp lines,


    sliding down to


    chest


    chin before dropping onto his


    Freshly showered, Bary’s skin, under the ck bathrobe, looked fair.


    Moira watched


    d the water droplets, and her mind went nk for a moment. Then she quickly averted har gaze in a


    panic and said, “Mr. Covington, I want


    to talk to you.”


    He casually dried his hair with a bath towel and then tossed it into theundry basket in the


    bathroom.


    ncing at her, he walked to the living area, picked up two highball sses between his long


    fingers, and grabbed a bottle of red wine with his right hand. “Care for a drink? Helps with sleep,” he


    said.


    Moira didn’t refuse. “Thank you.”


    As she took the ss, she identally brushed against his fingers, and the cool touch made her


    pulse quicken, Moira quickly lowered her head and book a sip of the wine, trying to be brave with


    the use of alcohol.


    Bary ced the red wine on the small coffee table, pulled a chair in front of her, and sat down


    with his legs stretched out. He looked into her eyes and asked, “What do you want to talk about?”


    He had just showered, and the fresh scent emanating from him enveloped her, Moira felt her face


    heating up.


    The wine was rich and fragrant, leaving a lingering taste in her mouth. It was a good wine.


    y and straightened up, saying, “About our marriage, Mr. Covington. You should know why I married


    you.”


    Moira bit her tongue slightly a


    Bary swirled the wine in his ss and said, “Cad you tell me why?”


    Moira paused, her rehe a r s d words caught in her throat. She locked eyes with him, icy and


    unwavering, and spoke with a gravity, “You know, back then, Alfie pulled a disappearing act on my


    wedding day, just to be with ire. He didn’t even bother staying with me after I had an ident. I


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