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.

over, picked up the marriage license, and handed it to

glanced at Barclay in embarrassment. “Don’t be

looked at the photo on the marriage license. The two of them together were not as

to smile during the photo shoot earlier,

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

off the car, walked to her side, and leaned

used to

carried her all the way to her room and put her in her wheelchair. When he was straightening up, he halted at her eye level and looked at her from a distance of half a fist.

should get to your business,

her, and added, “I’ll come and take you home in one week, Mrs.

eyes widened. Seeing he was leaving, she hurriedly reached out to grab his sleeve. But she was too fast and held his index finger

pulled back her hand and curled her

that had been pulled over,

Barclay was doing it on

told Aiken

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