Chapter 85
Moira sat in the wheelchair while Barclay wheeled it. Just as they came out of the elevator, the elevator next to them opened too.
The person who came out of the elevator was none other than Alfie.
Alfie was accompanied by a woman, but it wasn’t Claire.
Moira was quite surprised. Claire actually didn’t win Alfie’s favor. Her skills were just not up to par.
Moira only glanced at them before withdrawing her gaze. Barclay didn’t even spare a glance at Alfie. He just wheeled the wheelchair into the restaurant.
Alfie didn’t expect to encounter Moira here. He hadn’t seen Moira for several days, and now that he saw her, he instinctively called out, “Moira.”
But before he could finish his sentence, Barclay had already wheeled Moira into the restaurant.
Alfie was unpleasant. He turned to Thalia Weaver and said, “Ms. Weaver, shall we reschedule our appointment?”
However, Thalia didn’t want to reschedule and said, “Mr. Guzman, since we’re already here, why not have a meal together? Besides, Ms. Jimenez and her husband are dining here too. Are you feeling guilty about having a meal with me?”
Thalia’s words hit a nerve with Alfie.
Thinking about Barclay and Moira inside, Alfie didn’t insist on leaving anymore. “You’re right.”
The ceiling of the top-floor restaurant was made of glass, and the customers could enjoy the good night. They could even see the stars if the weather was fine
There was a small stage at the entrance with a piano on it. When Moira and Barclay entered, someone was playing “Canon”.
The restaurant was quite large, occupying half of the top floor. The distance between tables was s p a c i u , and the sound of diners’ conversations didn’t stand out in suc h s p a c i o u restaurant.
Barclay had already reserved a table before they came.
It was a secluded booth by the window.
“Mr. Covington, Mrs. Covington.” The waiter gestured at them.
Moira stood up from the wheelchair and took her seat.
Barclay sat opposite her, and the waiter helped to fold up the wheelchair.
Moira had been to this restaurant once with Juliet, but she couldn’t reserve a window seat last time.
Moira couldn’t help but sigh at the power of money.
“Order whatever you like,” Barclay said.
Moira glanced nervously at Barclay and said, “Thank you, Mr. Covington.”
Just as she received the menu, she saw Alfie and his date approaching.
Moira finally got a clear look at the woman and realized she also knew Alfie’s date.
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Chapter 85
It turns out to be Thalia,’ she thought.
Thalia’s affection for Alfie wasn’t a secret in their circle.
Similarly, Alfie’s dislike for Thalia wasn’t something that had developed overnight:
But now they
y were dating.
Moira only blamed that she was in the bad luck to see them here.
She rolled her eyes at them, but before she could retract her gaze, she felt a warm touch on her lips.
Moira trembled slightly and looked at Barclay, who was reaching out to touch her lips. She was a bit stunned and asked, “What’s up?”
Barclay casually withdrew his hand and said, “Your lipstick was smudged.”
Moira’s face suddenly turned red. “Oh, sorry”
How embarrassing.
She quickly took out a small mirror from her bag, but after checking for a while, she didn’t see anything wrong.
Barclay seemed to guess what she was thinking and said, “It’s wiped off
“Oh, thank you. Just tell me next time. No need to dirty your hands,” Moira said.
“Okay,” Barclay responded indifferently. “Have you decided what to eat?”
“Maybe.”
Moira hadn’t decided yet, but when she met Barclay’s gaze, she changed her mind.
“What do you mean” Maybe”?”
Moira felt awkward and replied, “It means I’ve taken a fancy to some dishes but haven’t made up my mind yet. It’s too expensive.”