Chapter 230
The following day, Moira woke up at nearly eleven, still dressed in the same dress from the previous evening. Memories of thest night slowly trickled back into her consciousness.
Despite her sobriety and rity of mind at the time, why had she sumbed to hugging and kissing Bary?
It was obvious. The alcohol had bolstered her courage.
Realizing the absurdity of her behavior, Moira felt a deep sense of shame but strangelycked any remorse.
Undoubtedly, she had been led astray by Juliet!
Running a hand over her face, Moira''s stomach grumbled in protest of its emptiness.
Moira swiftly rose from the bed, discovering her dress zipper was undone!
Before heading to the evening party, could she forget to fasten her dress zipper?
Impossible! Moira distinctly recalled checking it before leaving. The zipper was securely fastened. Yet now, after a night''s rest, it was undone!
With only herself and Bary in the housest night, and considering she had dozed off halfway, it was highly likely that Bary had undone the zipper.
The thought made Moira flush with embarrassment.
How shameful!
Yet, she couldn''t help but sense that Bary was a decent man. Unzipping her dress might have led to more untoward actions if it were someone else.
Ah, he, indeed, was a gentleman.
Unfortunately, he had encountered someone as improper as herself.
Moira pinched her cheeks, forcing herself to push aside such improper thoughts, and hurried to shower and freshen up while clutching her clothes. By the time she finished and descended the stairs, Ms. Graham had already prepared lunch.
Since it was a workday, Mr. Covington wouldn''t join them for lunch.
Moira sighed with relief. In her clear-headed state, she couldn''t face Bary just yet.
After lunch, Moira dared not go back to sleep. Instead, she hastened to the music room to practice the piano for the rest of the afternoon.Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.
In the Chairman''s office of the Sega
Group, Linden could sense that
Bary was in high spirits today.
Although he couldn''t quitentne
why, Mr. Covington''s buoyant demeanor made Linden feel elless
constrained as he entered the office to deliver the documents
"Mr. Covington, I''ve uncovered the matter you tasked me with investigating."
Bary raised his gaze, his grip on the pen tightening slightly. "Who''s responsible?"
"It appears to be a misunderstanding."
Linden handed over the documents to Bary. "The wine was spiked but not intended for Mrs. Covington. It appears she mistakenly took it."
The spiked wine was a ploy
concocted by Jet Foster and his
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cohorts, known for their wild antics. They had arrived at the gatheringst night apanied by femalepanions, with ns to retire to private quarters afterward. Fearing theirpanions might not cooperate, they spiked the wine with a love potion.
The wine wasn''t explicitly targeted at Moira. She happened to grab a ss as a server passed by. To avoid raising suspicions, the server remained silent.
Furthermore, the additives were mild and dissipated after a few hours.
Naturally, Bary didn''t suspect
anyone had dared to interfere with Moira Right under his nose. However,
being cautious, he would only rest once he had all the facts.
With the investigation now concluded, the matter could be put to rest.
"Understood, it''s been resolved," Bary acknowledged, returning the documents to Linden.
Linden nodded as he took back the documents. Suddenly, enlightenment dawned upon him, and he understood why Bary was in such good spirits today.
Ah, Jet had inadvertently done an excellent deed amidst his mischief.
Linden refrained from delving further into Bary and Moira''s marital affairs. He promptly took the documents and departed to dispose of them.
Yet he couldn''t help but realize that Bary''s mood was intimately tied to Moira. It seemed Mrs. Covington held a special ce in Mr. Covington''s heart!