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?"

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

flickering. He lightly traced her cheek with his thumb.

relief. "When I'm drunk, I tend to

replied and raised an eyebrow. "And how

he spoke, mimicking her earlier actions, he took her hand and placed it near his lips.

randomly?' Moira's hand was held, and the heat on her face

a lamb being roasted on a spit, with the fire already singeing her wool. If she didn't act quickly, she'd

all, I already touched him earlier!' she

tried to psych herself up, but her index finger trembled as she approached his lips under his

if shocked and pulled her hand back. "That's how I

that doesn't quite qualify as getting touchy-feely, does

felt like crying. She regretted her earlier lustful thoughts and regretted even more

thousand more, and eventually, the truth would always

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

I should just