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.

about Barclay falling down the

Barclay was surprisingly

inexplicable joy as

his room

dinner. "Mrs. Covington, dinner is

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

back early today, 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 out of

sleep. Suddenly, she remembered Barclay, who had been drunk earlier. She hesitated for a moment before getting up and knocking on the

door for almost ten seconds before it opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a

him, feeling a

seemed to remember something. "Sorry, I was in a bad mood this

her hand. It's okay. I've offended you. It's only fair if you meet me once in a

face relax into a smile. "Ms. Jimenez,

laughed nervously. "Are

"A little."

should rest. I don't want to trouble

to save some food for you.