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

his eyes flickering. He lightly traced her cheek with

breathed a sigh of relief. "When I'm drunk, I tend

an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you get

hand and placed it near his lips.

he enjoy having people touch him randomly?' Moira's hand was held, and the heat on her face intensified compared to before. Barclay continued to gaze at her as if he wouldn't believe her

now. Now she felt like a lamb being roasted on a spit, with the fire already singeing her wool. If she didn't act quickly, she'd end up fully

all, I

tried to psych herself up, but her index finger trembled as

she recoiled as if shocked and pulled her hand back.

quite qualify as getting touchy-feely, does it?" Barclay looked at her, his eyes deep with

thoughts and

more, and eventually, the truth would always come

couldn't think of a second

just