She Flash-Married To His Rival

Moira sat on the ground for a while and realized that it had been quite some time since they came down. If they didn't head back up soon, Rose would probably start to worry. But Barclay was drunk...

Moira leaned against the wine cabinet behind her and stood up, looking down at Barclay still seated there. "Mr. Covington, shall we go upstairs?"

Barclay heard her words, lifted his head, and gazed at her for a moment. "Why should we go upstairs?"

'Listen! Is this something regular Barclay would ask?' Moira thought helplessly.

"We're going upstairs to eat," she said and reached out to pull him up.

With her assistance, he got to his feet. "I have no appetite."

'Of course, you don't. You're drunk!' she thought.

"Then shall we go upstairs to rest?"

He furrowed his brow and seriously considered her suggestion.

After about five seconds, he nodded.

Barclay falling down the stairs, so she led

was

inexplicable joy as she

him directly upstairs to his room and then went

dinner. "Mrs. Covington,

could you save half of the food for later? Barclay isn't

and Rose could tell he wasn't in a good mood. Without questioning Moira's words, Rose went back to the kitchen, divided the meal in half, and brought out one portion. After dinner, Moira glanced

when Moira finished showering and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered Barclay, who

was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding the

him, feeling a bit awkward. "Are you sober

"Sorry, I was

felt shy and quickly waved her hand. It's okay. I've

finished speaking, Moira saw Barclay's face relax into

laughed nervously. "Are you

"A little."

at her. "You should rest. I don't want to trouble

Rose to save some food for you. It's still warm in