She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Inside the elevator, Moira glanced at Barclay, only to find him also looking down at her.

Her ears burned, and she instinctively tightened the paper bag in her arms.

The paper bag was fragile, and as she gripped it tightly, the crisp sound was quite noticeable.

There were only Moira and Barclay in the elevator, and Moira felt both her ears and cheeks burning.

“What’s in the bag?” Barclay asked.

Upon hearing Barclay’s voice, Moira instinctively raised her head and looked into his deep eyes. “Let me see,” Barclay said.

Moira tore open the seal of the bag and unfolded it, revealing a box inside.

She took out the box and opened it, only to find a golden necklace inside, with a simple design and a pendant shaped like a cat’s paw.

It was quite cute.

She picked up the necklace and showed it to Barclay. “It’s a necklace, Mr. Covington.”

Barclay lowered his head slightly, and his gaze paused for a second on the necklace and then rested on her smiling eyes. He tapped lightly on the wheelchair’s handle and said, “Do you like it that much?”Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

It was just a necklace worth a few hundred dollars. He didn’t know what there was to be so happy about

“It’s an unexpected gain, so I’m happy,” Moira said.

It was for free, and Moira liked it.

Moira’s words had just fallen, and the elevator door opened.

Barclay withdrew his gaze, wheeling her out of the elevator

Barclay was tall and leggy and dressed in a suit, looking like a model on the runway. He attracted quite a few people’s attention as soon as he stepped

out of the elevator.

rutiny and wanted to get up from the wheelchair.

Moira felt embarrassed under the scrutiny

Fortunately, the distance was not long. Soon, Barclay wheeled her to the side of the car.

Jordan saw Barclay from afar and sensibly got out of the car to wait.

Before the two of them reached him, Jordan had already opened the rear door,

“Mr. Covington, Mrs. Covington.” Jordan greeted them with respect.

Moira got up from the wheelchair and said, “Thank you, Mr. A b b o t t.”

She couldn’t bring herself to call him Jordan.

With one hand holding the paper bag and the other holding her purse, she bent down and sat in the car.

Barclay’s gare swept over the paper bag as he leaned into the car

The air conditioning was on in the car, but Moira’s face was getting hotter and hotter.

She looked at

the colorful lights outside the car window, feeling more and more intoxicated. Even the scenery outside seemed surreal.

The car stopped at a red light.

Moira’s eyesight was blurred, and the single beam of light outside the car window split into two. She felt increasingly disoriented.

“Why was the car outside swaying?” she thought.

Moira hadn’t said a word since getting into the car.

The car was excessively quiet, and Barclay was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

He opened his eyes slightly, turned his head, and looked at Moira beside him.

Moira’s left hand was against the car window, grasping something.

When the green light came on, the car started moving again, and Moira’s head swayed, knocking directly on the car window.

It must have hurt, and she gasped, rubbing her forehead.

Barclay looked at her for a moment, reached out to take her hand, and said, “Let me see.”

Barclay’s breath enveloped her, and in a daze, Moira said, “Mr. Covington?”

There was nothing wrong with her forehead, but her face was flushed.

Barclay glanced at her, her eyes were watery.

For some reason, his fingers itched a bit, so he moved his hand to Moira’s cheek and pinched it lightly. “Are you drunk?”

Moira’s response was slow. “Yes, I’m a bit drunk.”

to stabilize herself

Her speech was a bit clumsy, and looking at the man in front of her, she reached out to grab him to sta

Her fingertips brushed across his cheek, and Barclay felt itchy on his face. He caught her wandering hand and asked, “What do you want to do?”