She Flash-Married To His Rival

Barclay scrutinized her for a moment. "Is it truly that agonizing?"

Moira hesitated, pondering the unexpected question.

Was this really about discomfort?

Turning her head away, Moira shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

Yet he remained seated so near, his presence permeated with the refreshing scent of wood, tempting her to lean closer.

Moira found herself torn between rationality and morality, finally glimpsing a ray of hope: her blood test results were finally available!

All the metrics in the report came back to normal.

Moira swiftly rose from her seat. "Mr. Covington, let's head for home!"

Home, where she could count ten thousand sheep if necessary.

"Perhaps we ought to seek the doctor's advice," he proposed.

Recalling the doctor's enigmatic stare, Moira lacked the courage to face him again.

head home without

pretense, she instinctively looped her arm

past, but Moira just wanted to hurry home without dwelling on it

slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain from trying to seduce

Moira remained puzzled.

quickly withdrew her hand as

burned hotter, and Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. "I'm sorry,

realized her slip of the tongue. How could such a dashing man be

stood there as if her earlier drunkenness had evaporated, leaving only

glanced at her.

"Alright."

refraining from uttering

the time they departed from the hospital, an hour it had

the fuss had exhausted her excess energy, as Moira didn't feel as groggy when she

the lights outside the car window, her eyelids growing

the car

light just after turning at an intersection. Glancing over, he noticed that Moira, who had just moments ago warned him against flirting, was already fast

in his dark eyes, punctuating the silence with

his gaze away as the light