Chapter 171


    "I understand."


    Bary looked at Moira meaningfully. "Wait a moment. I''ll get someone to send it over."


    As soon as Bary finished his words, Moira''s face instantly blushed. She nodded and said, "Thank


    you."


    Was anyone more embarrassed than her? No!


    Moira closed the door awkwardly. Everything that happened tonight was like a dream, and nothing


    was within her expectations.


    She opened the bathroom door again ten minutester. The Lindley family had prepared a ck


    dress for her, whose hem only reached her knees.


    Time was limited, and Moira had only dried half of her hair. Although her makeup was not


    completely ruined, she needed a makeup fix.


    Bary had gotten up from the sofa. "Let''s go back."


    "Huh? Are we leaving directly?"


    Wasn''t that too rude?


    "Yes."


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    It was obvious that Bary did not need to worry so much.


    He brought Moira out of the room and took the elevator to the first floor. Jordan was waiting at the


    entrance of the hotel. Seeing them going out of the lobby, he tactfully opened the door to the back


    seat for them.


    Moira bent down and got into the car. Soon, Bary sat down beside her.


    The car drove slowly. Moira thought about what had happened half an hour ago and could not help


    but look at Bary. "Mr. Covington, can I ask you a question?"


    Bary raised his eyebrows, indicating for her to go ahead.


    "Is there something wrong with Ms. Hurst''s brain?" Moira pointed at her head as she spoke.


    Would a normal person do something like what Cynthia did?


    Bary nced at Moira. "Ignore her in the future."


    "Oh, okay."


    Moira felt that she was too impulsive this time.


    The car fell silent. Moira tilted her head and looked out of the window. Her hair was still wet,


    especially the innermost one.


    The air conditioner in the car was turned on, and because of her half-wet hair, she felt cold and


    subconsciously crossed her arms.


    Bary, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and turned to her. "Are


    you cold?"


    Jordan heard Bary''s words and said quickly, "Mrs. Covington, is the air conditioner too cold? I''ll


    adjust it."


    With that, he turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.


    Jordan had just finished what he was doing, and Bary''s voice came from the back seat. "Turn off


    the air conditioner and open the window."


    Moira was stunned for a moment. "No need to turn it off. It''s not very cold. Just turn the temperature


    up a little."


    On such a hot day, if the air conditioning in the car was off, how ufortable would it be?


    Bary did not say more. He reached out to hold Moira''s hand. "You''re not cold?"


    Moira''s hand was cold, a stark contrast to Bary''s warm palm.


    She was a little embarrassed. "Only my hands are cold. Do you believe me?"


    Bary nced at her, not asking Jordan to turn on the air conditioner.


    The car window was slowly opened. The night breeze blew in, bringing with it the unique warmth of


    summer.


    Moira lowered her head and looked at the hand that Bary had just held. Her ears slowly turned


    red.


    Bary''s unintentional consideration was quite alluring.


    It was a pity that they were a fake couple, not a real one.


    Moira secretly sighed. She turned her head and looked at the lights outside the car window.


    Realizing what she was thinking, she pinched her thigh hard.


    She said to herself, ''Ouch! Be soberer, Moira! Do you think you can sleep with a man like Bary?''