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.

had been

admitted to herself that she

was just some aphrodisiacs,

But what about her?

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

see

of someone while intoxicated was

lip, feeling remorseful, and resolved never to stoop to such behavior

to maintain some decorum with Barclay

unchanged, wanting to get

of reacting as before, Barclay looked at her coldly as she made her move. "Ms. Jimenez, you are not drunk, right?"

strikes and you're out. This is the third time, Ms. Jimenez. Don't forget. We're only in a business marriage.

abruptly opened her eyes to the incessant ringing of her alarm

at the memory of Barclay's

the truth. She shouldn't indulge in foolish

over to the dining table,

her. "Didn't