Chapter 227


    She reached up, her fingers curling around his neck, turning her face to rest against Bary''s chest with feigned casualness.


    She thought, ''No surprise it was Bary. How could he carry me so swiftly without even a gasp, keeping his heartbeat steady as ever! Ah, what a strong physique he had. Perhaps that portrayal in novels of a CEO capable of seven encounters in a single night refers to Mr. Covington! Moira, don''t indulge in idle fantasies!''


    After a journey filled with wandering thoughts, Moira was finally escorted to the emergency room doors. Despite her slightly flushedplexion, she appeared remarkably sturdypared to the other patients in the ER.


    Bary seated her in a chair outside the door and went off to register her.


    Moira instinctively moved to follow, but he had already anticipated her intention. Like calming a child, he raised his hand and gently patted her head. "Stay put for me."


    Moira suspected Bary even added a "be good" at the end, though she had no evidence.


    It had been years since anyone had treated Moira so tenderly, not since she was ten. Even though Aiken oftenforted her, he never patted her head.


    Her already warm cheeks flushed even more. Obediently nodding, she watched as Bary walked toward the registration desk.


    With the hospital rtively quiet at this hour, Bary returned promptly and sat beside her.


    The woman across from them had been studying Moira intently, evidently puzzled by her flushed appearance as she hurried into the ER.


    Feeling the woman''s scrutiny, Moira nced at Bary helplessly. "Mr. Covington, may I lean on your shoulder?"


    Hearing her request, Bary chuckled. "Weren''t you quite bold when you hugged me?"Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    Flushed with embarrassment, Moira closed her eyes and rested her head against Bary''s shoulder, feigning unconsciousness.


    Her seemingly delicate state finally ceased to draw the woman''s attention, who now redirected her gaze to Bary.


    She thought, ''Such a striking man undoubtedly warranted a second look! But what was the woman''s fascination? Why was she incessantly eyeing my husband? Even if he''s a fictional husband, he''s still a husband!''


    Moira pursed her lips and reached out to grasp Bary''s hand. "What time is it?" she asked.


    Bary nced down at her and voluntarily extended his wristwatch-d hand. "It''s half past ten," he replied.


    "It''s quitete," Moira remarked.


    Thinking she was distressed, Bary reassured her, "You''ll be seen soon."


    "Do you have an early meeting tomorrow?" Moira inquired, tilting her head before sliding from his shoulder to his chest.


    Bary hurriedly escorted her to the hospital, still d in his pajamas. Moira could see the muscr chest beneath his cor from her vantage point.


    Moira felt a reluctance to move away, shamelessly leaning closer. Unbeknownst to her, while she admired the view, she was also a sight to behold in the eyes of others.


    Bary lowered his gaze to Moira, nestled against his ck sleepwear. Her fair cheeks glowed against the dark fabric, resembling a blooming flower Observing her fluttering eyshes, his dark eyes softened as he clenched his fist with restraint. "We can postpone," he suggested.


    Moira felt a pang of guilt upon hearing his words. She felt like a sinner for dying Mr. Covington from earning his living.


    The guilt rified Moira''s mind, prompting her to stand up straight. She nced at the disy screen next to the examination room door, catching sight of her name just as the inte began announcing it: "Number 018, Moira, please proceed to Emergency Room 1."


    "It''s your turn," Bary said, releasing his clenched fist and taking her hand.


    A warmth spread through Moira''s hand, leaving her momentarily stunned. She stared at her hand sped in his, mouth agape, yet unable to speak.


    In her intoxicated state, Moira''s thoughts were muddled, requiring his guidance.


    Yes, this was how it was supposed to be.


    Moira followed Bary into the examination room, briefly noticing the curious gaze of the woman observing them. With a slight furrow of his brow, Bary swiftly closed the door, shielding them from prying eyes.


    Well done, Mr. Covington!