Chapter 90


    Moira’s hand was caught, and she felt a little unhappy. The intoxication emboldened her. “Mr.


    Covington, can you stop swaying?” she said.


    Frowning, she looked at Bary in front of her, feeling like her head was spinning from his


    swaying.


    Hearing her words. Bary knew Moira was drunk.


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    He let go of her hand and said, “Sit tight.”


    Moira withdrew her hand, adjusted her posture, and ced her hands on her knees like a child.


    Then, she looked at him with bright eyes and said, “I behave well”


    Her bright eyes seemed to be saying “Praise me. Praise me.”


    Bary looked at her, his Adam’s apple rolling up and down. There was restraint in his deep eyes.


    He reached out and tapped Moira’s head lightly. His usually cold voice softened slightly, carrying a


    hint of warmth that was hard to detect. “You’re good.”


    Unfortunately, Moira was currently intoxicated.


    She couldn’t tell the difference, and she was still fixated on Bary’s swaying.


    After sitting for a few seconds, she bit her lip, raised her hands, and covered Bary’s face, saying,


    “Mr. Covington, please stop swaying. If you keep swaying, I’ll throw up.”


    Due to the height difference, Moira tiptoed slightly to reach Bary’s face.


    A drunk person’s strength was unpredictable. Bary was caught off. His face was covered by her


    hands, his cheeks being squeezed inward, distorting his nose and lips


    “Why are you still swaying, Mr. Covington? Can’t you sit still!”


    Moira was on the verge of tears and wondered, ‘Why is his face still swaying even when I am


    holding it? And it’s distorting…”


    Bary was almost amused by her antics. He grabbed Moira’s hands and held them down. “se


    your eyes and go to sleep.”


    The lights outside the car window cast flickering shadows as they reflected inside. They brushed


    across Moira’s eyes, causing her to instinctively turn her head to avoid them, “So bright and


    dazzling!” she eximed,


    She was attracted by the lights outside the car window and didn’t pay attention to Bary’s face


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    After staring for a while, Moira furrowed her brow and said, “It’s swaying so much, are we in a bar?


    Why are the Eights swaying like this?”


    She kept mentioning the swaying.


    Bary directly pulled her into his arms and said, “You’re drunk. Things won’t be swaying when you


    sober up.”


    Moira found herself pressed against his chest, and the familiar woody scent became even more


    pronounced, permeating her nostrils more strongly than


    usual


    She took a deep breath and struggled to free herself from Bary’s embrace. Then she rested her


    chin on his shoulder, sniffing the base of his neck, “It smells so good. What perfume are you


    wearing, Mr. Covington?”


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    The warm and moist breath on his neck made Bary feel te klish and warm. He tightened his grip


    on her waist subconsciously.


    However, Moira was unaware of it. Her eyes scanned around, looking beyond him.


    It was another red light, and the car stopped again.


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    Moira looked at the swaying car outside the car wi


    Moira looked at the swaying car outside the car window, furrowing her brow. She instinctively


    moved closer to Bary and leaned ainst his chest. Pointing at the car, she said, “Mr. Covington,


    this car is swaying so much.”


    Without even ncing outside the window, Bary pressed Moira’s hand back and said, “You’re


    mistaken.”


    Moira was denied, and she became unhappy. “I’m not mistaken. Look, that car is really swaying a


    lot.”


    As she spoke, she suddenly paused, then looked shocked and turned to him, asking, “It’s swaying


    so much. Could they be having sex in the car?”