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."

eyes flickered as he looked at her.

but feel pleased. Her

"Yeah," he confirmed.

her.

moment, then replied, "Yeah. It

lips curling slightly. "Have you picked one

just need one

similar in style, considered versatile and never really

slight differences to stand

more, just standing there watching her continue to

bit guilty, Moira didn't dare to be

pulled it out, neatly folded the

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

suitcase and stood up, turning

smile playing on his lips. His

twitching slightly. In the end, he restrained the urge to pull her into his arms.

moment and looked at Barclay innocently. "What's

"Underwear," he replied casually.

yeah, I guess so. You

awkward for