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

was a good

"No need, you just need to stick to your

back to her

thought about Barclay's demeanor when he came in earlier. Sitting

be in

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 he even drove me to the hospital in the middle of the

struggling for a while, Moira went back to her room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them

her first time going down there. The basement was the entertainment area, with pool tables, table

everywhere, but Barclay was nowhere to be

Barclay must be on

to the lower basement, finding it to be a wine

stepped down, she spotted Barclay sitting on

wine cabinet, his long legs sprawled out, he balanced a bottle of red wine on

with an ease that suggested it was as routine as

before tentatively calling

a lingering hint of hostility in his gaze. "Do you drink?" he

first time

a moment, she decided not to retract her words, walking over and sitting

glass, then extended it toward her.