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.

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

glanced at Barclay in embarrassment. “Don’t be

two of them together were not

to smile during the photo shoot earlier, and with

her smile made Barclay’s angular face look

to her side, and leaned down to carry

kind of got used to it. She wrapped one arm around his

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

looked away. “You should get to your business, Mr.

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

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

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

his index finger that had

her home in one week. She felt Barclay was doing it on purpose. She made such a rude and

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