She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Aiken was pleased with Barclay’s words. Taking a sip of his coffee, he said, “For couples, trust is the most important thing

Aiken said this because he genuinely believed in the statement, but also as a warning to Barclay not to doubt Moira easily.

Barclay politely agreed with Aiken’s sentiment. After chatting for a while, Aiken excused himself and went upstairs, leaving Moira and Barclay alone in the living room.

Barclay leisurely set down his coffee and turned to Maira beside him “Mrs. Covington, should we head home?”

Upon hearing this, Moira felt somewhat embarrassed. “Sorry, Alfie was bothering me, so I called you. Anyway, how about we go out for something to eat?” She finished speaking, biting her lip, unable to meet Barclay’s gaze, feeling guilty.

Moira felt she was being rude. She had called Barclay to come and pick her up, but now that he was here, she didn’t want to go home with him.

Barclay was a smart man, and he understood what Moira’s words meant. He crossed his legs, bringing his calf very close to Moira’s. His trousers brushed against Moira’s calf, making her feel a little cool and ticklish.

“Mrs. Covington, what would you like to eat?”

Morra instinctively shifted her leg inward. “I know there’s a really good hot dog stand nearby. Do you want to go there?”

Moira looked at Barclay, dressed in his suit and shoes, and suddenly felt that the place might not be suitable for him: “Let’s go somewhere else. I know a nice restaurant at Opulence Haven, Shall we go there?”

“Alright.” Barclay lazily raised his hand to adjust his collar, opening it up even wider.

Moira watched his beautiful fingers glide over his collarbones, fooling a pang of thirst. She thought he was incredibly sexy.

Realizing what she was thinking, Moira suddenly blushed. Catching a whiff of the subtle cologne scent emanating from Barclay, she quickly stood up. But she stood up too quickly, and her leg suddenly cramped up, causing her to fall back down in pain.

As she began to fall, Barclay caught her waist, slowing her descent and preventing her from injuring her leg again.

“Are you okay?” Barclay asked, his voice deep and concerned.

Moira took a shallow breath, instinctively lifting her head to look into Barclay’s deep eyes.

In order to catch her, Barclay leaned his body halfway towards her, narrowing the distance between them to just a fist’s width. She could now clearly smell the cologne on him.

Their breaths intertwined. Moira felt her cheeks burning hot.

Embarrassed, she averted her gaze. “Thank you, Mr. Covington”

“Shouldn’t you be calling me Hubby?” Barclay asked, teasingly.

Moira froze for a moment, then realized he was teasing her. “I called you that just to rile up Alfie.”

“I know,” he said, slipping his hand from around her waist and standing up. “Let’s go grab a bite, Mrs. Covington.”

Barclay reached out his hand to Moira, wanting to help her up. Moira hesitated for a second, then placed her hand in his. “Thanks.”

She found Barclay wasn’t as standoffish as rumors said.

Moira’s wheelchair was still downstairs. As she reached for the stair railing, thinking she’d take it slow going down, Barclay suddenly scooped her up. “Let me help you, Mrs. Covington.”

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His arms were strong, and she felt especially small in his embrace. She kind of liked it.

Moira said thanks and glanced at Barclay’s rolling Adam’s apple. She swallowed hard. As Barclay carried her down the stairs, Moira really wanted to

touch his Adam’s apple.

There were about twenty steps in total. Barclay breezed down them with her in his arms. It was obvious he hit the gym regularly.

“You want the wheelchair?” Barclay asked.

Moira snapped out of it, feeling a bit embarrassed as she nodded. “Yeah.”

ted into her eyes.

Barclay set her down in the wheelchair. He didn’t straighten up right away, keeping his hands on the wheelchair handles. He stared into

Moira’s heart raced, but she tried to play it cool. “What’s up?”

“You wanna touch it?” Barclay suddenly asked.