She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 80
Barclay’s voice became much deeper, with a hint of restrained h o a r s n e s s .
Moira felt inexplicably guilty and didn’t dare to tease him anymore. “Then you sleep.”
“Be quiet” Barclay muttered.
“Got it”
‘Am I that noisy?’ Moira thought.
The car suddenly fell silent, and Moira leaned her head against the window, feeling increasingly uneasy.
She had never lived with a man before except for her father.
Although they were in a sham marriage and living together was just an act, they were still under the same roof. Besides, everyone would be nervous living with Barclay.
And there was only one bedroom in Barclay’s villa
The scent of wood on Barclay became even clearer in the car.
That scent seemed to have a calming effect, and Moira gradually fell asleep.

She didn’t sleep well last night and kept dreaming
Barclay’s driver drove steadily, but as Moira slept, she accidentally hit her head against the window.
Barclay, who had said he was tired, was now looking at Moira, who had dozed off against the window.
The sunlight was just good, casting its rays on Moira’s face, making her face more fair.
The car stopped at a red light.
Moira was jolted slightly by the inertia, her forehead hitting the window directly.
It looked painful, but she didn’t show any signs of waking up.
‘It has been so many years, and she is still like a sleepy head,” Barclay thought and reached out to pull her towards him
Compared to the hard window, Barclay’s broad shoulders were more comfortable.
Moira also realized it. She even adjusted her position, moving down a bit and finding a comfortable position before continuing to sleep.
but reach out and pinch her cheek.
Barclay couldn’t
dn’t help bu
She sleeps so deeply isn’t she afraid of being sold? Barclay thought.
Twenty minutes later, the car slowed to a stop, and the driver turned around to remind them, but before he could speak, he saw Barclay’s gesture for
ellence
to take the suitcases into the villa.
The driver immediately shut up and, seeing Moira asleep, got out of the car to
Moira was awakened by the vibration of Barclay’s phone. She opened her eyes drowsity and, not fully awake, looked at Barclay’s face so close to hers. “Mr. Covington, are we home?” Moira asked,
“Awake now?” Barclay said.