Chapter 170


    Warm water kept streaming out of the shower, filling the entire bathroom with steam.


    Moira looked up and met Bary''s deep eyes. Her heart skipped a beat.


    She looked down subconsciously, gazing at his Adam''s apple.


    She felt hot.


    Moira curled the toes of her feet. In a ce like a bathroom, people would easily think of some


    erotic scenes.


    She was afraid that if Bary did not leave, she might be unable to control herself.


    Moira took a deep breath. "Mr. Covington, can you go out now?"


    "Okay." Bary retracted his gaze and responded.


    He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions that Moira did not notice.


    He reached out and carried Moira down from the sink. He turned slightly and walked out of the


    bathroom.


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    Moira finally heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to take off her clothes, she raised her


    hand and realized that she was holding the "Ethereal."


    Help!


    The 80-million-dor ne couldn''t be destroyed by her!


    Moira quickly opened the bathroom door. "Mr. Covington, wait! The ne is soaked. Can you get


    someone to deal with it?"


    Bary watched as Moira walked up to him barefoot. His eyes darkened as he reached out to take


    the ne. "If you don''t shower now, you''ll catch a cold."


    The air conditioner in the suite was turned on. The moment Moira walked out of the bathroom, she


    shivered from the cold.


    After standing there for a few seconds, she started to get goosebumps.


    Moira nced at Bary and heaved a sigh of relief. He did not seem to care about the ne.


    For a ne worth more than 80 million dors, she would never be able to afford it in her life!


    Moira entered the bathroom and closed the door with a bang.


    The door was locked.


    She was quite wary of others.


    Bary sat on the sofa and looked in the direction of the bathroom, not looking away for a long


    time.


    In the quiet suite, he could faintly hear the sound of water pattering in the bathroom.


    Although the air conditioner was turned on, Bary still felt hot.


    He shifted his gaze and leaned against the sofa behind him. He raised his hand and unbuttoned the


    top button on his shirt.


    When he closed his eyes, all he saw was Moira in a wet dress.


    The doorbell suddenly rang.


    Bary opened his eyes and got up to open the door.


    "Mr. Covington, this is a spare dress for Mrs. Covington. The size might not be suitable, and Mr.


    Lindley asked for your forgiveness."


    "Alright." Bary took the tray and closed the door.


    Then, he carried it to the bathroom and knocked on the door, saying in a deep voice, "The dress is


    here."


    Soon, the bathroom door was open, and he saw Moira wrapping herself in a towel. Her wet long


    hair was messy on her head, and her cheeks were flushed from the warm water.


    Moira took the tray in embarrassment. "Thank you."


    Bary nodded and returned to the sofa.


    In the bathroom, Moira looked at her underwear and hesitated.


    Should she put it on? It was wet and would make her ufortable. Moreover, she felt it dirty.


    If she didn''t wear it, she would feel ashamed to wear only a dress.


    Moira hesitated for a long time. In the end, she opened the door and called out to Bary sitting on


    the sofa with a flushed face, "Mr. Covington."


    "The dress doesn''t fit?" Bary turned his head slightly and saw the towel wrapped around her


    corbone at a nce.


    Moira held the doorknob, not knowing how to make such an awkward request.


    She did not speak. Bary walked up to her and asked, "Are you injured?"


    Moira gritted her teeth and then asked in a low voice, "Is there only a dress?"


    Bary could not understand her meaning for her moment. "You don''t want to wear a dress?"


    "No. I can''t just wear a dress, can I?" Moira added in her heart, ''He should understand me, right?''