She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Barclay’s voice became much deeper, with a hint of restrained h o a r s n e s s .

Moira felt inexplicably guilty and didn’t dare to tease him anymore. “Then you sleep.”

“Be quiet” Barclay muttered.

“Got it”

‘Am I that noisy?’ Moira thought.

The car suddenly fell silent, and Moira leaned her head against the window, feeling increasingly uneasy.

She had never lived with a man before except for her father.

Although they were in a sham marriage and living together was just an act, they were still under the same roof. Besides, everyone would be nervous living with Barclay.

And there was only one bedroom in Barclay’s villa

The scent of wood on Barclay became even clearer in the car.

That scent seemed to have a calming effect, and Moira gradually fell asleep.

She didn’t sleep well last night and kept dreaming

Barclay’s driver drove steadily, but as Moira slept, she accidentally hit her head against the window.

Barclay, who had said he was tired, was now looking at Moira, who had dozed off against the window.

The sunlight was just good, casting its rays on Moira’s face, making her face more fair.

The car stopped at a red light.

Moira was jolted slightly by the inertia, her forehead hitting the window directly.

It looked painful, but she didn’t show any signs of waking up.

‘It has been so many years, and she is still like a sleepy head,” Barclay thought and reached out to pull her towards him

Compared to the hard window, Barclay’s broad shoulders were more comfortable.

Moira also realized it. She even adjusted her position, moving down a bit and finding a comfortable position before continuing to sleep.

but reach out and pinch her cheek.

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She sleeps so deeply isn’t she afraid of being sold? Barclay thought.

Twenty minutes later, the car slowed to a stop, and the driver turned around to remind them, but before he could speak, he saw Barclay’s gesture for

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to take the suitcases into the villa.

The driver immediately shut up and, seeing Moira asleep, got out of the car to

Moira was awakened by the vibration of Barclay’s phone. She opened her eyes drowsity and, not fully awake, looked at Barclay’s face so close to hers. “Mr. Covington, are we home?” Moira asked,

“Awake now?” Barclay said.

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Moira felt sore in her waist and wanted to stretch, but she froze when her hands moved slightly.

She didn’t know why her hands were holding Barclay’s.

Moira looked at her hands and then at Barclay, suddenly realizing what had happened. “Mr. Covington, I didn’t mean to,” Moira said.

She quickly withdrew her hands. The drowsiness was chased away by the shock.

She didn’t know what she had done.

She had actually fallen asleep holding onto Barclay’s arm and leaning on his shoulder.

Moira had never been so embarrassed in her life. If she could, she wanted to pass out and sleep through the awkwardness.

She really didn’t mean to hold him.

Moira just liked to hold onto something when she slept, and she remembered that she had leaned on the other side of the window just now. She didn’t know why she ended up in Barclay’s arms.

“Is that so?” Barclay asked.

He glanced at her casually, then opened the car door, and said, “We’re home, Mrs. Covington,