Chapter 183


    Meanwhile, the group chat on Bary''s phone was also buzzing.


    Harvey: [Bary, what''s going on? Cynthia is thanking your wife all over the inte.]


    Finley: [Bary, I heard Cynthia''s actually into your wife...]


    Evan: [Your "Ethereal" is overshadowed by Cynthia''s public gratitude.]


    Harvey: [With Cynthia making such a big deal out of thanking Moira, it''s hard not to suspect her true


    intentions toward Moira!]


    Harvey: [How do you feel about this, Bary?]


    ''What feelings? What a stupid question.'' Bary threw his phone aside, got up from the master


    bedroom, and walked to the guest room. Then, he knocked on the door.


    Moira was still in a daze when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She looked up, dazed for a


    moment, before regaining her senses and getting up to answer the door.


    Expectedly, Bary was at the door and looked at her. "Did you see Cynthia''s thank-you


    statement?"


    Moira hesitated, her ears turning slightly red. "Yes, I did." She felt embarrassed for some reason.


    "Okay." Bary casually responded, "I think you''re right. You should return the 6 million dors."


    "What? Oh, okay!" Moira hadn''t fully processed it at first, but upon hearing "6 million dors," she


    understood what Bary meant.


    "Would you help me return the check?" Especially since she wasn''t close to Cynthia.


    Seeing how Cynthia had made such a big fuss, Moira felt the check in her hand became more


    troublesome.


    "Sure." Bary didn''t refuse. Moira hurriedly turned to fetch the check.


    Then, she handed the check to Bary like it was a hot potato. "Please take care of it, Mr.


    Covington!"


    As her fingers brushed against the back of his hand, Moira caught a whiff of his clear, musky scent


    and realized her gesture might have been too familiar.


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    She quickly took a step back, stealing a nce at Bary, who seemed unfazed, much to Moira''s


    relief.


    Bary nced at the check and then raised his hand, tearing it apart slowly in front of Moira.


    Watching him tear up the check, Moira remembered that tearing it was enough. It wasn''t cash, after


    all.


    She had forgotten all about it as she was stunned by the 6 million dors.


    Bary finished tearing up the check and looked at the nearby trash can. He walked over and threw


    the shredded pieces away.


    Then, he looked at her and said, "Don''t ept things from others so casually in the future."


    Moira wasn''t one to take advantage of others. She didn''t like it.


    Hearing his words, she nodded repeatedly. "Yes."


    Bary looked at Moira, feeling a slight itch in his hand. He restrained himself from reaching out to


    touch her head. "Whatever you want, I''ll buy it for you."


    Moira shook her head. "I''ll buy whatever I want myself."


    Bary, rarely rejected repeatedly by someone, showed a faint trace of disappointment on his face.


    "Yes."


    He turned to leave, but Moira thought of the "Ethereal" ne and seized the opportunity to


    return it!


    She shouted, "Mr. Covington!"


    "Is there something else?" Bary turned his head and stared at her, waiting for her to speak.


    Meeting his gaze, Moira said solemnly, "I really can''t ept that ne."


    Bary paused for two seconds. "I understand."


    With that, he turned and left her room.


    Watching Bary''s back, Moira was puzzled. ''Was it my imagination, or did Bary get angry


    again?''