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.

license, and handed

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

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

during the photo shoot earlier, and with her mind empty, she subconsciously

made Barclay’s angular face look not so

walked to her side, and leaned down to carry

morning Moira kind of got used to it. She wrapped one arm around his neck, the other holding the marriage

was straightening

burning and looked away. “You should get to your business, Mr. Covington,” she said.

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

out to grab his sleeve. But she

pulled back her hand and curled her

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

tortured by what he said about taking her home in one week. She felt Barclay was doing it on purpose. She made such a rude and outrageous

told Aiken about this.

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