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."

looked at her. "I think you have

help but feel pleased. Her eyes lit

"Yeah," he confirmed.

to gaze at her. "You

for a moment,

lips curling slightly. "Have you picked

I just

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

use the slight differences to

didn't say anything more, just

dare to be too picky anymore

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

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

and stood up, turning to

a smile playing on his lips. His sparkling eyes seemed to

he restrained the urge to pull her

moment

"Underwear," he replied casually.

turned beet red. "Uh, yeah, I

was awkward for her