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.

leaned over, picked up the marriage license, and handed it to her. “So, I was right.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I like it.”

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

photo shoot earlier, and with her mind empty, she

were bright and sparkling. Also, her smile made Barclay’s angular face

He got off the car, walked to her side, and leaned

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

was straightening up, he halted at her eye level

“You should get to your business, Mr. Covington,”

His dark eyes flickered. He straightened up, looked down at her, and added,

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

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

looked down at his index finger that had been pulled over,

taking her home in one week. She felt Barclay was doing it on purpose. She made such a rude and outrageous request, and now he started to take revenge

hadn’t told Aiken

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