She Flash-Married To His Rival

In a sudden gaze, Moira was utterly bewildered.

'He was asleep, wasn't he? How did he suddenly open his eyes?' Her mind went blank for a moment, but her ears and face reacted swiftly, flushing crimson.

Moira felt like her whole face was on fire. She looked at Barclay for what seemed like ages before stammering, "Weren't you asleep?" "No," he replied.

'He wasn't asleep? Does that mean Barclay knows everything I did just now?' This realization made Moira want to flee, but she couldn't.

Barclay's hand was still clasped around her wrist, and as she attempted to pull away, he only tightened his grip.

The next moment, Moira heard Barclay's deep voice questioning. "What were you doing just now, Ms. Jimenez?"

Facing Barclay's interrogation, Moira's mind went blank, and she looked at him in embarrassment. "I think I might be drunk, Mr. Covington."

'Yes! I'll say I'm drunk! Drunk people aren't in their right minds! I didn't mean to!' she thought desperately.

Barclay looked at her, his eyebrows raised slightly, seeming somewhat incredulous. "Really?"

being drunk, Moira grabbed Barclay's hand and pressed it against her cheek.

cheek, his eyes flickering. He lightly traced her cheek with his thumb.

relief. "When I'm drunk, I tend to get touchy-feely. It's not personal,

an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you

mimicking her earlier actions, he took her hand and placed it

hand was held, and the heat on her face intensified compared to

on a spit, with the fire already singeing her wool. If she didn't

then, I'll just touch him. After all, I

psych herself up, but her index finger trembled as she approached his

light touch, she recoiled as if shocked and pulled her hand back. "That's

that doesn't quite qualify as getting touchy-feely, does it?" Barclay looked at her, his eyes

her earlier lustful thoughts and regretted even more

and eventually, the

now, her mind was blank. She couldn't think of a second lie

I should just run?' she