Chapter 83


    Moira cautiously touched the piano keys and asked Bary, “Mr. Covington, is this for me?”


    “No.” Bary said swiftly.


    “Oh,” Moira said.


    Her smile disappeared instantly, reced by disappointment. She quickly withdrew her hand and


    stood up from the chair, returning to Bary’s side with an awkward smile. “Then who is it for?”


    After saying that, she suddenly remembered something and added, “Is this for your sweetheart?”


    Moira looked at the sudden coldness in Bary’s eyes and felt that she had guessed right. She


    quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know just now. I identally yed a few notes. If you mind, I


    can wipe the keys with disinfectant.”


    She remembered Juliet saying that in novels, the overbearing CEOs had a strong passessive desire


    for their sweetheart and did not allow anyone to touch their sweetheart’s things.


    Moira didn’t know if Bary was the same.


    Moira felt Bary’s aura be colder, and she was taken aback, ncing at him timidly. “Can


    you say something? Even scolding me is fine,” Moira said.


    His silence made it seem like he was about to swallow her.


    Bary raised his hand to rub his temples, seemingly annoyed. “I don’t have a sweetheart.”


    He paused for a moment and then looked at her meaningfully, saying, “The piano is for a fool who


    just moved in.”


    Moira didn’t react. “For a fool? Besides us, is there a third person living here?”


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    Bary burst intoughter. The deep and rich sound of hisughter resonated in the room.


    Moira was puzzled. “What’s so funny?”


    After speaking, she suddenly realized what he meant. “Is this piano for me?”


    Bary suppressed his smile and said, “Yes.”


    He was afraid that if he didn’t admit it, Moira woulde up with even more absurd ideas.


    Moira was speechless.


    She didn’t know why he called her a fool.


    But for the sake of the piano, Moira decided not to mind. She walked over joyfully and said, “Mr.


    Covington, shall I y a piece for you? You have never heard me y the piano before, right? I’ll


    y a salo for you.”


    “I have heard you y,” Bary said.


    Bary nced at her and sat down on the nearby sofa. “But I don’t mind enjoying it once more.”


    Moira was somewhat surprised and happy that he had actually heard her performance before. Then


    she started ying


    It was a lively song, and Moira looked gentle when she was ying the piano,


    She seemed to have entered her domain, exuding confidence, even without the spotlight of the


    stage, she still shimmered with a daring brilliance.


    As thest note fell, Moira turned her head to look at Bary, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.


    Bary looked at her, with a hint of affection in his eyes. He apuded and said, “Excellent.”


    Moira was now somewhat embarrassed. “Thank you, Bary”


    She was so moved that Bary had given her a piano.


    “Just a small effort,” Bary said.


    After checking out the music room, Moira chose a guest room.


    Bary didn’t say anything and brought up her tworge suitcases.


    At noon, they had a simple meal, and in the afternoon, Bary went back to thepany for a


    meeting while Moira unpacked her belongings in the


    TOOM.