Chapter 68
No one spoke inside the car, and it was so quiet that Moira could hear her own heartbeat.
She could feel that Barclay didn’tlike her bringing up the topic of divorce.
Words spoken couldn’t be taken back.
Moira gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and leaned her face forward. “I’m sorry, misspoke. You carl hit me to vent your anger,” she said.
Seeing her extended head, Barclay stopped being angry all of a sudden.
He raised his hand and adjusted his collar slightly, saying, “I don’t want to hit you.”
He didn’t want to hit her. Instead, he wanted to kiss her.
Staring at her fair face, Barclay swallowed slightly, feeling a bit hot
Moira was surprised.
Moira opened her eyes and glanced at him. Seeing that he was not angry, she was confused. But then she thought that Barclay was just joking with her, so she said, “Just hit me
She was afraid that Barclay would keep this in mind.
“No,” Barclay said.
“Hit me, give me a lesson. I promise not to talk nonsense next time,” Moira said.
Moira applied the same tactic she used on her dad to Barclay. She didn’t know if Barclay would fall for it, but it was better than seeing him keep a straight face all the way.
She was glad that he still talked to her.
Seeing him not making a move, Moira grabbed his wrist herself.
Through the shirt, Barclay felt the warmth of her palm.
Barclay glanced at his captured hand and furrowed his brows slightly, saying, “Can’t reach you. Come closer”
Moira glanced at the space between them, where another person could still sit, and scooted over, ‘Is this Okay?”
“Not enough,” Barclay said.
She looked at the distance between them again and moved closer. If she moved any closer, she would have to lean against him.
But he said it wasn’t enough, so she had to move a bit closer again.
Her shoulder bumped into his, making Moira embarrassed. She quickly shifted to the side and leaned her face forward, blinking at Barclay and saying “Can you hit me lightly? I’m afraid of pain!”
“Then, how will you learn your lesson?” Barclay asked.
Hearing this, Moira felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.
Moira thought, ‘He isn’t really going to hit me hard, is he?’
Every time her dad hit her, it was just a gentle tap. Otherwise, she wouldn’t dare to suggest such a thing
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Chapter 68
Barclay lowered his head to look at her, his gaze darkening slightly. He reached out and placed his palm on the back of her head.
Moira stiffened for a moment, watching as Barclay leaned in closer…
Moira thought, “Is he going to kiss me? Oh, no!
But if she pushed him away, he would get even angrier.
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Moira was torn between conflicting thoughts when suddenly she felt a slight pain on her forehead as Barclay leaned down and bumped his head
hers.
Moira sucked in a breath.
“Does it hurt?” Barclay asked.
Moira quickly moved away from him, breathing with relief.
The back of her head was hot, and her neck still retained his warmth. Moira lowered her head, swallowed lightly, and felt her heart racing.
The pain on her forehead made her a bit more sober. She glanced at Barclay and muttered, “It hurts.”
He was really ruthless.
Barclay smirked, “Remember the lesson?”
Seeing him smile, Moira relaxed a bit and rubbed her forehead, saying, “Yes.”
Moira thought, ‘It hurts so much. Anyone will remember.
After a while, Barclay’s smile faded. “Is it really painful?”
Moira put her hand down and said, “No.”
It only really hurt when they just bumped heads.
“Seems like I should use more force,” Barclay thought.
Moira thought, “What a cruel man!”