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.

help but feel pleased. Her eyes lit

"Yeah," he confirmed.

gaze at her.

hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Yeah.

his lips curling slightly. "Have

just need one more

similar in style, considered versatile and never really wrong no

slight differences to

more, just standing there watching

to be too picky

placed under the wardrobe. She pulled it

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

and

playing on his

cleared his throat, his hand by his side twitching slightly. In the end, he restrained the urge to pull her

a moment and looked at

"Underwear," he replied casually.

beet red. "Uh, yeah, I guess

awkward for