Chapter 90
“Anything else?” Virgil wasted for her to continue,
Moira shook
her head and lowered her gaze to her oximeal. But after a moment’s thought, she lifted her head and added, “Thank you”
Virgil’s face turned cold slightly as he quietly studied her. Then, our of nowhere, he asked, “That’s it? Just a thank you?
Moira froze, staring at him in confusion.
Virgil met her gaze, his lips curved in a faint and surely noticeable smile. He placed his fork down, leaned back into his chair with an air of casual case, and retrieved a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. Just as he was about to light one, he glanced at her, then put the items away again.
Slowly, he said, “When I ger you that dining voucher, you’ll kiss me as a thank–you.”
Moira blinked, unsure if she had misheard him. But he didn’t look like he was joking.
Moira’s checks flushed a deep red, and her heart pounded wildly
Virgil noticed the blush spreading to her ears. The frustration he had been harboring dissipated. His lips twitched into a faint smirk, and he asked,
“Deal”
Moira lowered her head. After along pause, she murmured softly, “Okay”
Her voice was quiet, but Virgil heard it clearly. His brow relaxed as he responded. “It’s a deal then?
That breakfast erased Moira’s lingering unease:
privileged backgrounds learn life skills like cooking early, and Moira could tell Virgil’s culinary skills weren’t developed
Only children from less p overnight.
After breakfast, Virgil offered to drive her to the hotel.
Neither of them saying a word in the drive. Moira kept her gaze on the passing scenery through the car window, and her cheeks still warm. Wisen the car finally came to stop, she hurriedly reached for the door handle to leave.
“Moira. Virgil suddenly said.
Moira’s hand paused on the door. Her heart was racing, and she forced herself to remain calm as she turned back and said, “Yes”
His piercing gaze held hers, making her inexplicably uneasy.
- y. She quickly looked away and asked, “What is in?”
“I’ll remain faithful to our marriage.” Virgil
il said flatly, “and I expect you to do the same:
Moira stared at him in stunned silence. The man’s face betrayed no cimation, but she could tell he was upset,
wonder, Is he jealous?
It didn’t take much for her to understand why he was saying this. She couldn’t help
In but w
Realizing this, a faint smile tugged at Moira’s lips. After some thought, she decided to explain, “There’s nothing going on between me and Benton. It’s all just the production team hyping things up and people online making baseless assumptions.”
Moura paused briefly before adding seriously. Besides, he’s not even as handsome as you. Why would I like him?”
Virgil raised an eyebrow and was surprised by her candid “confession”
king at Moira’s clear, deep eyes, he then chuckled softly and said, “So, you really like this face of mine, huh?”
Virgil was really good–looking, and he rarely smiled, but when he did, it always left Moira flustered.
Stir quirkly lowered her head to avoid his gare. But his intense, teasing stare bore into her, making her cheeks burn even hotter. Her palmu began to smrat as the stammered, “Well – Imrunning late. I should go Drive sale
Before Virgil could respect. Moira pushed open the door and got out in a rush. After closing the door, she practically bolted up the hotel steps.
Virgil watched her ‘fer in panic” and his mood brightened significaruly.
Only when the disappeared into the hotel did he turn lus attention bac to the road, start the engine, and drive away
