She Flash-Married To His Rival

As the car pulled out of the parking lot, the sky roared and raindrops the size of beans started to patter down.

Moira stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her cup, and gazed at the dark expanse in the distance. She couldn't help but tut.

It looked like it was going to rain for the better part of the day.

After a moment of watching the rain, she finished her drink, refilled her cup at the table, and planned to head upstairs to continue practicing the piano.

But just then, she heard a noise from the foyer.

Moira paused and looked up to see Barclay walking in expressionless.

Instinctively, she called out, "Mr. Covington, you're back?"

Barclay glanced at her and then crossed the room, heading downstairs.

Moira blinked and felt that Barclay seemed a bit off today.

At that moment, Rose emerged from the kitchen. "Mrs. Covington, is Mr. Covington back?"

Moira nodded. "Yes, he's back."

I prepare dinner earlier

was a good

you just need to stick to your

went back to her tasks, leaving

Barclay's demeanor when he came in earlier. Sitting at the piano,

seemed to be in a rather

share the same roof. It wouldn't be right for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I accidentally drank a drugged drink, and

her room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them in

there. The basement was

but Barclay was nowhere to be

must be on the lower basement

the lower basement, finding

spotted Barclay sitting on the floor, sipping

sprawled out, he balanced a bottle of red wine on his bent right leg while his left hand held

suggested it was as routine as drinking

for a moment before

hostility in his gaze. "Do you

was the first time Moira had

not to retract her words, walking over

in his glass, then extended it toward her. "Do