She Flash-Married To His Rival

"Where does it hurt?" the doctor inquired.

Moira instinctively glanced at Barclay. "She drank a bit, and it's possible someone slipped something into it."

The doctor frowned. "Any symptoms? Let your wife speak," he instructed.

This time, Barclay remained silent as the doctor spoke first.

Moira, feeling guilty as the culprit, hurriedly spoke up. "I feel overheated, constantly thirsty, and unable to sleep."

"Anything else?" The doctor continued his examination, listening to her heartbeat and breath.

Moira hesitated to speak of the rest. Under the doctor's scrutinizing gaze, she clasped her hands, her voice trembling. "There's this strange sensation in my body, hard to describe, just not quite right." 'Did you catch my drift, doctor?' she wondered.

"It shouldn't be anything major. Let's run an ECG, check your blood pressure, and do some blood tests. If the results come back clean, you should be good to go." The doctor glanced at the paperwork. "For a couple like you, this discomfort doesn't warrant a trip to the hospital."

The doctor's words were elusive, yet Moira grasped their meaning.

It was plain: a few sips of love potion and a night together would do the trick for a couple like them. Why rush to the hospital's emergency room?

felt embarrassed and disoriented as she left the examination room, akin to a lost

tests, Moira

scared?" he

him, neither admitting nor

find the courage to speak of such a humiliating

effects of the love potion, leaving her unusually clear-headed. "Moira?" The nurse

was cradled in a warm embrace, filled with the

down, encircling her in his arms and deftly rolling up

Moira sensed a faint sting on

her gaze to meet his dark, penetrating eyes. "Much obliged, Mr. Covington," she

it felt like her heart had

his gaze

feet. "The blood test results will take half an hour.

gaze, nodding as she followed him to the

and her thoughts were still sluggish. The potion's effects hadn't completely worn off yet, but Moira dared not make any moves on

stillness didn't necessarily control

large hand gently rested on her forehead, and Moira shivered

unwell?" he