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

“Don’t

the photo on the marriage license. The two of them together

the photo shoot earlier, and with

she smiled, they were bright and sparkling. Also, her smile made Barclay’s angular face look not so distant. Anyway, they looked

off the car, walked to her side, and leaned down

got used to it.

wheelchair. When he was straightening up, he halted

face burning and looked away. “You should get to

flickered. He straightened up, looked down at her, and added, “I’ll come and

he was leaving, she hurriedly reached out to grab his sleeve. But she was

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

index finger that had

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

hadn’t told Aiken

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