Chapter 117
Moira gave up talking to Julie after realizing that she was unreliable, however, she still needed help to comfort Barclay.
She did not have many friends since she was young. Juliet was carefree but meticulous. When she was in a bad mood, she would quickly cheer herself up. Moira did not ever need to comfort her.
Since Juliet was unreliable, Moira decided to ask people on the Internet for help.
She held her phone and visited different websites and discussion boards for more than half an hour. Finally, she found a few advice from a post that received many likes.
After thinking about it, Moira felt that diverting Barclay’s attention was the most reliable move.
Coincidentally, Barclay did not eat much the entire night. Moira thought that making something for him to eat would comfort his mentality and stomach at the same time. It was like killing two birds with one stone.
With that thought in mind, Moira quickly got up and went downstairs to cook noodles.
It was the only food she could make at that moment. Moira wasn’t great at cooking.
It did not take long to cook the noodles. In less than ten minutes, Moira came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.
This villa was really too big. When she came out of the kitchen, she almost went down the wrong path.
After taking a detour, she finally arrived at Barclay’s room with the noodles that had just been cooked.
Before knocking on the door, she hesitated for a moment. Suddenly, Moira heard the sound of something breaking in the room.
The soundproofing in the room was too good, so she couldn’t hear very clearly. She could only vaguely hear the sound.
She thought, “How pitiful. He must be suffering alone.”
Moira sighed and was about to knock when the door opened.
Barclay appeared in front of her with his short wet hair and loose sleeping robe. He looked like he had just taken a shower.
Barclay immediately saw the bowl of noodles on the tray in her hand. His black eyes moved slightly. “Looking for me?”
Since he had just taken a shower, the smell and male hormones on him were very strong and appealing. Moira was inexplicably nervous. “… I’ve cooked a bowl of noodles. Do you want to have some?”
“Thank you. I happen to be hungry.” He reached out, took the tray from her, and went back into the room.
Moira stood at the door, wondering if she should go in. Barclay had already walked to the sofa, he looked at her and asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”
Moira hesitated for a second before closing the door and walking in.
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As soon as she sat down, she regretted it.
After all, she felt that it was a little ambiguous and misleading for her to be alone with a man in a room at this late hour.
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In addition, Barclay had taken a shower and his bathrobe was loose. His collar was wide open, and the belt around his waist was
not tied tightly.
Of course, Barclay could not be blamed since there was nothing wrong with him wanting to dress comfortably at home after just taking a shower.
Moira did not dare to look around. Since the noodles were still hot, Barclay was not in a hurry to eat. He casually leaned against the sofa and looked at her. “You have a volunteering performance on Saturday, right?”
If Barclay had not mentioned it, Moira would have almost forgotten. She recalled it and nodded. “Yes.”
Barclay asked, “When exactly?”
Moira blinked. “About ten in the morning.”
She thought, “Does he want to come?”
Just as this thought surfaced in her mind, Moira heard Barclay’s deep voice in the next second. “Alright.”
Then, he did not say anything else.
Moira could not figure out what he was thinking. She was afraid that she was thinking too much. After hesitating for a moment, she asked, “Do you want to come?”
If Barclay wanted to come, she would have to ask Lenka to leave a ticket.
Barclay looked up. Just as he was about to speak, his phone vibrated on the table.
“Excuse me.” Barclay glanced at the caller ID and picked up the call.
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