Chapter 234
'Wine doesn't taste good. Candy is sweet?' he wondered.
Barclay lowered his eyelids, lost in thought for a moment, then directed his attention to the corkscrew in his hand, and returned the unopened bottle to its place.
After completing this task, he returned to his previous position, sat back down, and reached into her palm to grab a piece of candy.
He unwrapped the candy, raised it to his mouth, and popped it in.
The moment the soft candy touched his tongue, a slight sourness spread instantly across his taste buds, followed by the full-bodied aroma of mango in his mouth.
He bit into the soft candy, and the sweetness immediately overpowered the earlier sourness.
'Yep, she is right. It's sweet,' he thought to himself.
However, he wanted to push his luck a bit.
Barclay turned his head to the side and looked at Moira, who had been watching him the whole time. "Not sweet enough, a bit sour."
"Huh?"
Moira was suddenly awkward. "I'm sorry. The mango candy is a bit sour."
He didn't say anything and just looked at the highball glass in her hand. "Aren't you drinking?"
Following his gaze, Moira glanced at her own glass. She had only taken a sip earlier, and now there was still half a glass of red wine left.
With that look in Barclay's eyes, it seemed like he would drink it if she didn't.
Moira glanced at the two empty wine bottles beside her, then shook her head quickly. "No, I'm drinking."
Finishing her sentence, she lifted the highball glass and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before downing the entire glass in one go. After finishing her drink, she couldn't help but let out a burp.
The rich aroma reminded her that it was a good bottle of wine!
'Too bad it went to waste.' she wondered.
Moira set down the highball glass. "I'm done, not a drop left." Barclay shifted his gaze and swallowed the last bit of candy in his mouth.
He closed his eyes, leaning back against the wine cabinet behind him, and said nothing more.
Moira sighed, feeling like Barclay had definitely taken an unprecedented blow today.
Otherwise, why would a proud man like Barclay come to the wine cellar to drown his sorrows alone?
"Barclay has always been like a king in the business world. It's hard to imagine anything could hurt him like this. Could it be trouble in his love life? I haven't heard anything about
entanglements. Could it be
Mr. Covington's recent ave
betrayal by a friend? It doesn't seem likely. Barclay's friends all seem reputable. If it's not because of friendship or love, then it must be family..." Moira pondered in her mind.
Suddenly, she remembered Eric coming over not long ago,
threatening her to divorce Baronet
or
else he would kick Barclay out of the position of Chairman of Sega Group! en.swhovels.net
"No way? Barclay is his son! Eric wouldn't be that unreasonable, would he?" Moira thought.
Moira racked her brains but couldn't figure out why Barclay was so despondent today.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
She didn't have much insight into Barclay's personal life.
Moira cleared her mind and looked at Barclay beside her once again.
'Is he asleep? Hmm, even when he's asleep, Mr. Covington looks so handsome,' she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Although she knew it was despicable to still be infatuated with Barclay's looks at a time like this, she couldn't help it. Barclay was really good-looking!
She called out softly, "Mr. Covington?"
There was no response. He must be asleep!
With that thought, she turned sideways, curled her legs up, rested her hand on her knees, and shamelessly scrutinized Barclay's eyebrows, nose, thin lips...
As she looked on, she even felt a bit bold and wondered, 'Since he's asleep, if I touch him, he probably won't notice, right?'
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, her hand involuntarily reached up and landed on those thin lips.
'It's so soft! Are men's lips always this soft? No wonder it felt like kissing candy last time!' Moira wondered delightedly.
Moira realized what she was
thinking was inappropriate, and her
face flushed instantly. She
instinctively tried to retract her hand,
only to have it firmly graspedby
Barclay's suddenly raised hand.
Then, his tightly shut eyes slowly opened as he looked at her. "Ms. Jimenez, what are you doing?"