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.

the marriage license, and handed it to her. “So, I

“Don’t be ridiculous. I like it.”

The two of them together were not as

smile during the photo shoot earlier, and with her mind empty,

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

Barclay. He got off the car, walked to her side, and leaned down to carry

for the whole morning Moira kind of got used to it. She wrapped one arm around his neck,

he was straightening up, he halted at her eye level and looked

burning and looked away. “You should get

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

his sleeve. But she was too fast and

back her hand and curled her fingers. “I’m sorry,” she said.

had been

week. She felt Barclay was doing it on purpose.

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