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The following day, Moira woke up at nearly eleven, still dressed in the sdress from the previous evening. Memories of the last night slowly trickled back into her consciousness. Despite her sobriety and clarity of mind at the time, why had she succumbed to hugging and kissing Barclay? It was obvious. The alcohol had bolstered her courage.
Realizing the absurdity of her behavior, Moira felt a deep sense of shbut strangely lacked 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 Barclay in the house last night, and considering she had dozed off halfway, it was highly likely that Barclay had undone the zipper. The thought made Moira flush with embarrassment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHow shameful! Yet, she couldn't help but sense that Barclay 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 tshe 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 Barclay 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.
In the Chairman's office of the Sega Group, Linden could sense that Barclay was in high spirits today. Although he couldn't quite discern why, Mr.Covington's buoyant demeanor made Linden feel less constrained as he entered the office to deliver the documents "Mr. Covington, I've uncovered the matter you taskedwith investigating." Barclay 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 Barclay. "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 cohorts, known for their wild antics. They had arrived at the gathering last night accompanied by female companions, with plans to retire private quarters afterward. Fearing their companions might not cooperate, they spiked the wine with a love potion.
The wine wasn't explicitly targeted at Moira. She happened to grab a glass as a server passed by To avoid m raising suspicion suspicions, the server remained silent. Furthermore, the additives were mild and dissipated after a few hours. Naturally, Barclay 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.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith the investigation now concluded, the matter could be put to rest.
"Understood, it's been resolved," Barclay acknowledged, returning the documents to Linden.
Linden nodded as he took back the documents. Suddenly, enlightenment dawned upon him, and theunderstood why Barclay was in such good spirits today. Ah, Jet had inadvertently done an excellent deed amidst his mischief. Linden refrained from delving further into Barclay and Moira's marital affairs. He promptly took the documents and departed to dispose of them.
Yet he couldn't help but realize that Barclay's mood was intimately tied to Moira. It seemed Mrs. Covington held a special place in Mr. Covington's heart! X