Chapter 212


    Eric left, but the atmosphere in the vi remained strange. Even Rose tactfully hid in the kitchen and didn''t dare to inquire about lunch. Moira nced at Bary, who had been sitting on the sofa for a while, and tentatively asked, "Aren''t you busy today?"


    Bary slowly opened his eyes. "Not too much. Are you busy?"


    In fact, he stopped the meeting halfway and rushed back.


    He said, "I''m not busy."


    It was awkward for them to sit here like this.


    Seeing him rubbing his forehead, Moira suddenly remembered something. "Do you have a headache?"


    Bary looked up at her. "Yeah."


    "Then can I give you a massage?" She might as well find something to do.


    Bary said, "Thank you."


    Moira got up and walked to the sofa behind him, lifting her hand to give him a massage.


    The atmosphere improved significantly, and Moira felt relieved.


    She had upset Eric so much earlier. She was worried that Bary would hold her ountable for it now.


    Recently, Moira seemed increasingly losing control of her words.


    Moira pondered without speaking, and Bary also remained silent, making the living room quiet.


    Suddenly, a noise came from the entrance, startling Moira and Bary.


    At the entrance, Cynthia peeked in while walking in.


    When Cynthia saw Moira and Bary sitting on the sofa, her expression changed slightly.


    Moira felt embarrassed by Cynthia''s sudden appearance and quickly withdrew her hand.


    Bary''sfort was suddenly interrupted, and he looked at Cynthia with a cold gaze. "Ms. Hurst, what are you doing here?"


    Moira was also curious. "Are you here to ask me to divorce my husband too?"


    At the mention of "husband," Bary nced at Moira.


    Initially, Moira didn''t think much of it since it wasnt the first time she had addressed Bary as her "husband" for the sake of the act. But seeing him nce back like that made her feel flustered, and her cheeks grew hot.


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    Cynthia shook her head hurriedly. "No, Ms. Jimenez, you misunderstood."


    Bary was not satisfied with her addressing Moira. "It''s Mrs. Covington, Ms. Hurst."


    Cynthia frowned but changed her address. "Mrs. Covington, I''m having a birthday party this week and would like to invite you."


    Moira looked at Cynthia and asked, "Are you inviting me to humiliate me?"


    Wasn''t that how it went in novels?


    Bary thought the same. "Ms.


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    no need to invite my wife. Besides, she is quite busytely."


    Moira, who was not busy at all, said, "Yes, I''m quite busytely."


    Cynthia realized they had misunderstood and exined quickly, "It''s not what you think, Mrs. Covington. You saved mest time, and I''ve been grateful to you. I want nothing more than to have you by my side to cut the cake on my birthday!"


    As Cynthia spoke, she looked at Bary. "Mr. Covington, rest assured. If I ever let down my lifesaver, I will..."


    As Cynthia mentioned the incident that night, Moira felt that she had ulterior motives. She asked Cynthia, "What?" She was curious.


    Cynthia said resolutely, "I''II... run naked around the city center!"


    Moira was stunned. There was no need to go that far.


    Cynthia added, "If you don''t believe me, we can record a voice message now as evidence."


    Moira was about to speak, but Bary had already ced his phone before her. "Go ahead."


    Moira was taken aback, wondering, ''Did the elite circle enjoy such extreme activities?''