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 it to her. “So, I was

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

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

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

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

car, walked to her side,

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

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

her face burning and looked away. “You should get to your business, Mr.

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

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

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

looked down at his index finger that had been

it on purpose.

told Aiken

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