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,

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

license. The two of

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

and sparkling. Also, her smile made Barclay’s angular face look not

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

used to it. She wrapped one arm around his neck, the

to her room and put her in her wheelchair. When he was straightening up, he halted at her eye

looked away. “You should get to your

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

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

her hand and curled her fingers.

down at his index finger that had been pulled over, said nothing, and

She felt Barclay was doing it on purpose. She made such a rude and outrageous request, and now he started

told Aiken about

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