Chapter 219


    Moira was led by Bary to the dining area, attracting many nces along the way. There were looks of envy, surprise, confusion, jealousy, and disdain.


    Moira straightened her back, tightened her grip on Bary''s hand, and walked past them without looking sideways.


    Even if she was a fake Mrs. Covington, no one knew!Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Bary noticed her subtle actions and smiled faintly as he held her hand tighter.


    Silly rabbit.


    The buffet at Cynthia''s birthday party was quitevish, with many types of cuisine. Moira had initially been worried about going hungry, but under Bary''s repeated urging, she was now worried that her stomach would be suspected of being bottomless.


    "Are you full?" Bary found a taco from somewhere, which looked delicious.


    However, Moira couldn''t eat anymore. She forced herself to look away. "I''m full."


    Under his gaze, Moira emphasized again. "I really am full. If I eat anymore, I''ll need some digestive pills."


    Bary remembered thest time and didn''t insist on feeding her. He nodded and then put it in his mouth.


    Just as the two of them finished eating, Cynthia came over. "Sweetie, I''m here for you!"


    Bary reached out to shield Moira, pulling her to his side with his other hand.


    Cynthia was very displeased to be stopped. She straightened her face and said, "Mr. Covington, Mr. Andrews just said he needs to speak with you." "Okay," Bary responded indifferently, but he didn''t move.


    Cynthia repeated herself, but this time, Bary remained silent.


    Cynthiaughed in frustration. "Mr. Covington, have you been clinging to Moira all evening? Can''t you give her some personal space?"


    Bary looked at Moira. "Do you need personal space right now?"


    Cynthia retorted, "Isn''t that obvious? Of course, she needs it!"


    On one side were her "husband''s" affectionate eyes, and on the other side were Cynthia''s hopeful eyes. Moira was caught in between and didn''t know what to say.


    If she said she didn''t need it, would Cynthia cry the next second? If she said she needed it, would Bary get angry? Moira was really in a tough spot.


    Cynthia said, "Sweetie, it''s okay. Just say what you really think."


    Moira was susceptible to sweet talk. As soon as Cynthia called her sweetie, she surrendered.


    She looked at Bary sheepishly and said, "I think I do need it."


    Cynthia''s sweet words were too powerful. She couldn''t resist them!


    "Okay," Bary responded. He frowned slightly and seemed displeased. Was he angry?


    Moira wanted tofort him, but Cynthia had already pulled her away, saying, "Moira, let me show you the birthday gifts I received!"


    Moira looked back at Bary, feeling she was like a bad woman.


    But soon, she threw this thought to the back of her mind.


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    Cynthia actually said she wanted to give her all the birthday gifts she received this year! Why did this woman always have to give her things?


    Cynthia added, "Of course, I''ll ept the birthday gift you give me, but m giving these to you! You saved me, so it''s only right that I give you my birthday gifts."


    Moira was stunned, thinking, ''Miss Hurst, is your mind a bit strange?''


    Moira was scared out of the room filled with valuable gifts. "Ms. Hurst, may I ask you a question?"


    Cynthia looked at her with great honor. "Ask away. You can ask as many questions as you like!"


    Moira hesitated. "I''m not that nosy. I just wanted to ask if you like..."


    It was impolite to ask about someone''s sexual orientation directly!


    Cynthia''s eyes sparkled as she looked at Moira. "Like what?"


    Moira paused for a moment, then changed her wording. "Do you, uh, like me?"


    Cynthia replied honestly, "Yes, how did you know?"