She Flash-Married To His Rival

'How should I respond to this? How could I not be attracted? But what are we to each other? We're just fake spouses!' Moira sighed inwardly. Casting a quick glance at Barclay, Moira swiftly remarked, "You should go grab dinner. I'm tired. I'm heading back to bed. Goodnight!" With that, she turned on her heels and bolted.

In less than five or six seconds, there was a resounding thud of the door being shut.

Barclay gazed at the closed door of the guest room, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're attracted, aren't you?"

'Hey, great,' thought Barclay.

Lying on the bed, Moira could hear her heart racing. She was glad she had bolted. Otherwise, she might have been in serious trouble.

Juliet was right. Any woman would be intrigued by a man like Barclay.

Moira couldn't help but sigh at her own unwarranted thoughts.

'Get a grip, Moira! You're in a professional partnership now, each taking what you need. When the time comes, you'll part ways and walk your separate paths. Falling for a business partner is just a cliché from novels!' she wondered.

After tearing apart her fantasies, Moira regained some composure.

She realized Barclay's earlier question was probably a test.

it because she had been too forward the other

herself that she might have

said it was just some

But what about her?

back to that night, Moira's face felt like it was

see through her

advantage of someone while

resolved never to stoop to

decided to maintain some decorum with Barclay from now

where she remained unchanged, wanting to get intimate with

made her move. "Ms. Jimenez, you are not drunk, right?" he questioned. "No, I

drunk person claim to be drunk? Three strikes and you're out. This is the third time, Ms. Jimenez.

abruptly opened her eyes to the incessant ringing of her alarm

ceiling and felt shy at the memory of Barclay's words

spoken the truth. She shouldn't indulge in foolish

to the dining table,

her. "Didn't you