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."

he looked at her.

couldn't help but feel pleased. Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

at her.

a moment,

smirked, his lips curling slightly. "Have you picked

I just need

in style, considered versatile and

the slight differences to stand

and didn't say anything more, just standing there watching

to be too

suitcase was placed under the wardrobe. She pulled it out, neatly folded the clothes, and

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

and stood up, turning

down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

the end, he restrained the urge to pull her into his

aback for a moment and looked at Barclay innocently.

"Underwear," he replied casually.

turned beet red. "Uh, yeah, I

was awkward for