Chapter 185


    Bary asked, "What''s the matter?"


    Bary adjusted his bathrobe to cover his well-defined eight-pack abs, but the wide neckline was


    still somewhat low.


    Moira tried to divert her gaze, pretending to casually look at him. "I just received a call from your


    father''s secretary."


    "What did they say?" Bary turned and walked into the room. Moira hesitated for a moment before


    reluctantly following him inside.


    Moira said, "They said your father wants to see me. Tomorrow at 12:30 pm at the Crescent Coffee


    House."


    Bary replied, "No need to pay attention to him."


    Moira nodded. "Actually, I don''t want to see him either."


    "Alright." Bary nodded and said, "Is it time for your leg check-up?"


    Moira said, "Yes, a follow-up tomorrow."


    Bary asked, "In the morning?"


    Moira nodded. "Yes, morning appointment."


    Bary frowned slightly. "After your check-up, give me a call. I''ll pick you up."


    He had a meeting in the morning that he couldn''t cancel.


    Moira made a sound of acknowledgment. "But I have ns to have lunch with a friend."


    Bary, who was nning to have lunch with his wife, replied, "...Be careful."


    Moira said, "I will. My leg is almost fully recovered."


    "Okay," Bary responded indifferently and didn''t say anything further.


    The room suddenly fell silent, and Moira felt a bit awkward. "Mr. Covington, should I go back to


    rest?"


    Bary didn''t respond immediately and suddenly asked, "Has Alfie contacted you recently?"


    Moira had almost forgotten about Alfietely. Hearing Bary mentioned, she realized it had been


    over a month since shest saw Alfie.


    She blinked. "No, has he contacted you?"


    "Yeah," Bary replied.


    Moira instinctively became nervous, her gaze bing cautious. "Did he say anything bad?"


    Bary picked up the cup from the table and took a sip.


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    Thinking about what Alfie had saidst night, a hint of mockery shed in his eyes. When he looked


    up again, his expression had returned to normal. "More or less."


    Moira said, "Oh, I''m sorry! You don''t have to pay attention to him, just let him go crazy!"


    Moira could guess what Alfie might have said to Bary. She wasn''t afraid of Alfie making Bary


    angry and Bary would take revenge on him.


    She was more afraid of Bary holding her responsible for it.


    Although their rtionship had been somewhat colder recently, Bary had been quite good to her


    overall.


    But Moira felt like Bary was like a big cat. When he was in a good mood, he might not hold one


    ountable even if they bumped into him. But if he was provoked, he would retaliate fiercely.


    Bary was confused. "Why are you apologizing to me?"


    Moira collected her thoughts and whispered, "I''m afraid that you''ll get angry."


    Bary narrowed his eyes. "Are you afraid that I''ll deal with Alfie?"


    Moira shook her head. "No, I''m afraid that you''ll hold me responsible."


    Moira often regretted speaking her mind.


    She didn''t understand why she always ended up unintentionally saying what she was thinking in


    front of Bary!


    The atmosphere became awkward for a while.


    Moira lowered her head, subconsciously scratching the sofa beneath her.


    However, she had barely scratched the genuine leather sofa, and it made a "squeak" noise, making


    the situation even more awkward.


    "I''m sorry!" She quickly lowered her head, looking at the unintentional scratch she made on the


    sofa, feeling numb. "Mr. Covington, this sofa isn''t cheap, is it?"


    Bary looked at her embarrassed and blushing ears. "It''s not expensive, just over 600 thousand


    dors."


    How was 600 thousand dors not expensive?


    Moira felt like crying. "Can I pay for the sofa in installments?"