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 further

instinctively looped her arm around Barclay's,

but Moira just wanted to hurry home without dwelling

gazed at her and slowly remarked,

Moira remained puzzled.

she quickly withdrew

Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. "I'm sorry, I mistook you for Aiken." Barclay fell

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

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

at her. "Let's go

"Alright."

nodded, refraining from uttering another

from the hospital, an hour it had

the fuss had exhausted her excess energy, as Moira didn't feel as groggy when she settled into the car. Instead, a wave of

glanced at the lights outside the car window, her eyelids growing

as the car left the

he noticed that Moira, who had just moments ago warned him

flickered in his dark eyes, punctuating the silence with the deep

the light turned green and smoothly