Chapter 9

Two hours later, Moira sat beside Barclay, looking incredulously at the marriage license in her hand.

It was hers and Barclay Covington’s name on the license. Wow.

How did she end up getting a marriage license with Barclay when all she wanted to do was apologize to him and explain everything sincerely?

How she felt now was complex. She pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at Barclay on the side.

She had heard of the name Barclay Covington for years. Never had she ever thought that this name would be on the same marriage license as her name.

Moira’s mind was still messed up when the car stopped outside her villa.

“Mrs. Covington, you seem dissatisfied with our picture,” said Barclay in a low voice.

Moira came back to her senses. Her hand trembled when she heard him call her Mrs. Covington. The marriage license fell on Barclay’s leather shoes.

up the marriage license, and handed

in embarrassment. “Don’t be ridiculous. I like

the photo on the marriage license. The two of them together were

her to smile during the photo shoot earlier, and with her

beautiful eyes. When she smiled, they were bright and sparkling. Also, her smile made Barclay’s angular face look not so distant.

to her

carrying her for the whole morning Moira kind of got used to it.

and put her in her wheelchair. When he was straightening up, he

and looked away. “You should

He straightened up, looked down at her, and added, “I’ll come and take you home in one

she hurriedly reached out to grab his sleeve. But she was too fast and held his

her hand and curled

his index finger that had

She felt Barclay was doing it

told Aiken about

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