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 eyes

"Yeah," he confirmed.

continued to gaze at her. "You think I

a moment, then

smirked, his lips curling slightly.

done, I just need one

in style, considered versatile and

use the slight differences to stand out a bit

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

guilty, Moira didn't dare to be

the wardrobe. She pulled it out, neatly folded the

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

up the suitcase and stood

down at her, a smile playing on his lips. His sparkling eyes seemed to be

his hand by his side twitching slightly. In the end, he restrained the urge to pull her into his arms. "It seems like something's

aback for a moment and looked at Barclay innocently.

"Underwear," he replied casually.

beet red. "Uh, yeah, I guess so. You

for her to