Chapter 102 Moira exclaimed, Ouch! The pain brought tears to her eyes. Before she could react, Barclay abruptly stood up and grabbed her cheek with his right hand. He said, Spit the chicken out. Until then, Moira finally realized what Barclay was trying to do. She followed his words and spat out the chicken. Seeing that, Barclay retrieved his hand and handed a glass of water to Moira, asking, Where did you bite? Moira answered, I think its my tongue. Barclay asked, What were you you thinking just now? You seemed lost in thoughts. After Moira took a sip of water, she pulled back her tongue and blurted out, I was thinking about the 20 million dollars. She regretted it immediately after the words came out of her mouth. She muttered to herself, Whats gotten into me today? That 20 million dollars must be playing tricks on my mind. She glanced at Barclay and explained, Thats not what I meant. Barclay raised his eyes slightly and glanced back at Moira, replying plainly, I understand, Finish your food first.. Moira said, All right. She could not afford to let anything distract her mind after having a series of embarrassing moments. Moira decided to focus on enjoying her food from then on. She reflected, Rose truly is a remarkable chef. Her salmon schnitzel is simply divine. Her fried chicken is appetizing with its perfect blend of sweet and sour. The chili soup revitalizes me on hot summer days. Honestly, theyre all delightful. I enjoy every bite. A while later, Barclay put down his fork. Moira glanced up at him and asked, Are you full? She could not help but wonder, Hes about 6 feet tall, and thats enough food for him?! Barclay nodded and said, Yeah. He took another sip of his soup before adding, I need to make a phone call. Moira replied, Oh, sure. Please go ahead. After Barclay left the table, Moira was much more at ease and ate more food. But soon, Moira realized that she seemed to be the one who devoured the four dishes while Barclay barely touched them. Moira thought, Barclay had a lot of the soup and finished his spaghetti, but he touched the other dishes. Does he not like the food? Moira recalled that earlier that morning, Rose had asked her what Barclay liked to eat, and she had responded that Barclay wasnt picky about his food. She felt nervous after she realized what she had said. She thought, How come Barclay is not a picky eater! But what can I do? Ms. Graham has made the food. I cant waste
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t, right? Moira lingered at the table a while longer, enjoying a bit more food. She realized it was time to leave when she unexpectedly let out a burp. Rose walked over to clear the table. She was anxious when she noticed most of her food was not finished. Then, Rose glanced at Barclays mostly untouched plate, and her heart sank instantly. Rose approached her with a plate of freshly cut watermelon and washed grpes, asking, Mrs. Covington, what do you think of my cooking? Do you like it? I noticed Mr. Covington didnt seem to enjoy it. Chapter 102 LIU, Z Moiras hand trembled as she held the watermelon. She hurriedly comforted Rose, Its not your fault. Its all my fault. I fought with Barclay this morning. so I purposely asked you to cook something he didnt like. Moira was not an experienced liar. Her ears turned red after she spoke. Rose immediately panicked and asked, What should I do? Is Mr. Covington unsatisfied with my cooking? She could not help but wonder, Will I get fired on my first day at work? Moira hurriedly comforted Rose, No, youre fine. Im to blame for this. Ill explain everything to Barclay later. Barclay showed up as soon as Moira mentioned him. Moira exchanged a meaningful glance with Rose as she noticed Barclay approaching. Rose was perceptive and swiftly grasped Moiras silent message. Rose said, Mr. Covington, please enjoy the fresh fruits. With that, she left the scene.