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.

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

“Don’t be ridiculous. I like

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

the photo shoot

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

walked to her

kind of got used to it. She wrapped

in her wheelchair. When he was straightening up, he halted at her eye level and

away. “You should get

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

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

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

finger that had been pulled over,

said about taking her home in one week. She felt Barclay was doing it on purpose. She made such a rude and outrageous request,

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