She Flash-Married To His Rival

Moira had spent the whole afternoon diligently in the piano room. After she finished the final piece, her fingers were sore.

She held her phone, reluctant to open it.

But the number of unread messages was overwhelming, so she reluctantly placed her phone on the table. She massaged her fingers as she opened the message box.

Lenka: [How's your leg recovery going? Are you able to work yet? A company overseas is inviting you to perform at their first concert.]

Juliet: [So, did Cynthia contact you today?]

Following Juliet's message was one from Cynthia.

Cynthia: [Are you angry, Moira? I'm sorry, but can you tell me why? What did I do to make you mad?] Accompanied by a crying cat emoji.

Cynthia sent this message at around three in the morning. Moira didn't initially want to reply, but upon seeing her pitiful emoji, her damned soft heart melted.

After some consideration, Moira sent a tactful reply. [I'm not angry, and I don't dislike you. I'm just embarrassed. I love boys. I'm not worth your affection!]

Moira suspected Cynthia was waiting with bated breath for her reply. Just as she sent the message, Cynthia replied instantly. [You finally replied to me! It's okay. I just like you! You're super cute!] Was Cynthia genuinely clueless or just pretending?

Just as Moira was about to make things clearer, she heard a sound from the hallway.

looked up and saw Barclay, dressed to

and reached to loosen his tie. Moving to the table, he poured a glass of water, drinking while unbuttoning the top two

vigorously rubbed her right-hand fingers. "You're

"Yeah."

his gaze falling on her hand. "Is your

been practicing the piano for a long

used to

in her wrist for several years now, often recurring and never

glass, looked at her, and asked,

and finally remembered what she had done last night, her face flushing red. "I'm not uncomfortable anymore. I'm sorry, Mr. Covington.

and just slightly lowered his head

embarrassed under his gaze, Moira lowered her head to look at

it makes me embarrassed to face you now. It's

of her, she knew that liking someone

endured this kind of pain for over a decade, Moira naturally didn't want Cynthia to experience the

My liking for you is admiration and appreciation, not romantic love.

[Moira, you're

when she