She Flash-Married To His Rival

Moira felt that the tie in her hand didn't quite match. She put it back and picked another one, then stood in front of the suit to compare. But somehow, it didn't quite have the effect she wanted. So, she just put the tie on and took two steps back to see how it looked.

However, she didn't anticipate that after just one step back, she would collide with Barclay's solid chest.

Startled, Moira instinctively turned around. "Mr. Covington, I'm so sorry!"

She glanced down at the foot she had accidentally stepped on. "I didn't see you there."

She raised her head again and cautiously looked at Barclay's face. "I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"No," Barclay replied.

He glanced at her before retracting the hand that had been on her shoulder. "Are you choosing a tie?"

Moira grimaced. "I guess my sense of style isn't that great."

"Who said that?" Barclay asked.

She didn't immediately respond. "Huh?"

"Who said you have a bad sense of style?"

Moira touched her nose that had just bumped into. "I did."

flickered as he looked at her. "I think you have

help but feel pleased. Her

"Yeah," he confirmed.

to gaze at her. "You think I look

hesitated for a moment,

curling slightly. "Have you picked

just need

truth, Barclay's ties were all quite similar in style, considered versatile and never really

use the slight differences to stand out a

anything more, just

didn't dare to be too picky

under the wardrobe. She pulled it out, neatly folded the clothes,

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

and stood up, turning

down at her, a smile playing on his lips. His

his throat, his hand by his side twitching slightly. In the end, he restrained the

moment and looked at Barclay innocently. "What's

"Underwear," he replied casually.

face turned beet red. "Uh, yeah, I guess so. You can

for her