She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira had a good night’s sleep. When she woke up, she subconsciously touched the bed beside her.

Fortunately, no one was there.

She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly got up from the bed, taking her phone to check the time.

It was already eight o’clock

After sitting on the bed for a while, Moira went to freshen up

She had already noticed last night when she took a shower that Barclay had prepared everything very well. Her clothes, toiletries, and even makeup and skincare products were all readily available.

Just as she finished freshening up, Moira received a cheerful greeting from Juliet.

Juliet: Good morning, Moira! Are you still not awake? Well, you have a follow-up appointment today! If you don’t reply to me in ten minutes, I’ll have to ruin your morning exercise with him!]

Moira blushed, wondering where Juliet learned to say such things from

Afraid that she might send more embarrassing messages, Moira quickly replied: I’m up, and I’ve just freshened up. We slept in separate rooms last night

Juliet: [Oh, no! A little regret, isn’t it?)

Moira: [Your friend has gone offline.]

Moira put away her phone, touched her burning earlobes, and was about to go out when the door was pushed open.

Barclay stood at the door, pushing it open with one hand. The morning breeze blew over, gently lifting the hem of his shirt. Moira could smell the refreshing woody scent again.

Facing the light, Barclay’s gaze softened slightly. But she couldn’t discem his emotions. “Awake, Ms. Jimenez?” he asked.

Moira couldn’t help

lp but think of what happened last night…

She thought, “He’s still angry, is he?’

d. “Good morning, Mr. Covington

Moira pursed her lips slightly and said,

“I have a meeting this morning. I’ll take you to the hospital and then go back to the office for a while,” Barclay said

He paused and brought the wheelchair to her, adding, “I’ll pick you up after you’re done with your check-up”

Moira walked slowly to the wheelchair and sat down, supporting herself on it. “No bother. Just go about your business. After removing the cast, I will go home.”

“As you wish,” Barclay said.

He walked behind her and pushed the wheelchair forward.

When they reached the staircase, he stopped pushing and stood aside, seemingly waiting for her to get up and descend the stairs.

Moira confirmed that Barclay w

was still angr

Barclay stood there, showing no signs of helping her.

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So he would set those boundaries for her today.

Suddenly, he felt a force pulling down the hem of his shirt.

His eyes flickered, and Barclay lowered his gaze to see Moira carefully tugging at the hem of his shirt. As she looked up at him, her bright eyes shimmered with a hint of moisture.

She looked quite pitiful

“Mr. Covington, could you carry me downstairs?” she asked.

Moira was used to being spoiled by Alken, so now she was requesting Barclay in the same manner. Her tone trailed off at the end, sounding like she was being coquettish.

Her earlobes immediately turned red, and Moira quickly withdrew her hand. She looked away in panic. Trying to cover up her fluttering, she said, “I can go down by myself. Mr. Covington, please just help me with the wheelchair.”

With that said, she grabbed the handrail beside the stairs and stood up.

Just as she stood up, she collided with Barclay, who had bent down.

Barclay grunted in pain..

Moira instinctively reached out to touch Barclay’s chin, saying, “Sorry, Mr. Covington, I didn’t mean to…

“Don’t move

As the deep male voice sounded, Moira’s fingers froze, and the next moment, she felt a warm breath enveloping her index and middle fingers.