She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 97
Rose noticed Moira was embarrassed and said, “This villa is huge.”
Moira nodded in agreement, saying, “It’s bigger ti
than regular houses. Take some time to explore around. Feel free to ask me anything.” She made the promise even though she was not familiar with the place.
Rose checked the refrigerator and found many fresh groceries Inside. She asked, “Mrs. Covington, is Mr. Covington returning for lunch today? What would you like for lunch?
Moira replied, “Barclay will be home for lunch today.” With that, she blinked and asked, “Ms. Graham, can you make salmon schnitzel? I haven’t eaten salmon schnitzel for quite a long time.”
Rose stared at Moira’s shining eyes and responded with a smile, “Yes, I can. I’ll make it for lunch if you like.”
Moira cried, “Thank you, Ms. Graham! I don’t have other requirements. You can improvise with whatever is in the refrigerator. She was not a picky eater.
Rose replied, “All right. Does Mr. Covington have any preferences for his food?”
Moira was embarrassed, murmuring inside, “I don’t know how to answ

answer Rose’s question because I have no idea what Barclay likes to eat!’
Noticing Rose was smiling gently and expecting her answer, Moira searched all the information in her brain and said, “Barclay is allergic to peanuts, but he’s not picky about food. Ms. Graham, you can make anything.”
Rose had worked for many couples. She immediately realized Moira did not know Barclay enough after she heard Moira’s answer. However, Rose chose not to ask further since Moira was a delightful employer. She followed Moira’s words and replied, “Great. I’ll make four dishes and one soup for lunch.”
Moira responded, “Sounds perfect!” She was worried that Rose would ask more questions and hurriedly left the kitchen with the excuse of playing the
piano.
However, the doorbell rang before Moira could walk upstairs. She wondered, “How many people has Barclay assigned?”
Moira turned around and walked to answer the door. Unexpectedly, it was an elegant woman standing there,
Moira was
stunned and asked, “Hello. Who are you looking for?”
The woman was in a high-end customized dress set. The contrast of white daisies against the black fabric accentuated her sophistication. She reached out a hand and spoke gracefully, “Hello, Ms. Jimenez. I’m Bernice.”
Moira stared at the woman’s hand and was confused, thinking. She seems arrogant but still polite Therefore, Moira shook the woman’s hand and replied, “Nice to meet you, Bernice.”
The woman gave a hint. “My last name is Covington.”
Moira immediately changed her wording and said, “Hi, Mrs. Covington.”
Bernice stared at Moira, her mind swirling with doubts. She pondered, ‘Has Eric’s secretary given me the wrong information? Is she Moira? How is it possible that she seems intelligent? I’ve dropped hints, but she still has no idea who I am!”
Bernice had never seen a person less sharper than Moira. She lay the cards on the table and disdainfully said, “I’m Barclay’s stepmother.”
Moira blurted out, “Ohh! You’re the homewrecker! I’ve heard of you.” Startled by her own words, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, in disbelief. With a pitiful look, she apologized, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Covington. Sometimes, I speak without thinking. What brings you here?”