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?

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

for blood tests, Moira hesitated

scared?" he

up at him, neither

the courage to speak

effects of the love potion, leaving her unusually clear-headed. "Moira?" The nurse repeated her name. Moira bit her lip, slowly

a warm embrace, filled with the familiar scent of

in his arms and deftly

her thoughts, Moira sensed a faint sting

her hand loosened, Moira raised her gaze to meet his dark, penetrating eyes. "Much obliged, Mr. Covington," she uttered

do? Just moments ago, it felt like her heart had

Barclay replied, his gaze lingering on her puzzled

his feet. "The blood test results will take half

her gaze, nodding as she

and her thoughts were still sluggish. The potion's effects hadn't

didn't necessarily control

large hand gently rested on her forehead, and Moira shivered slightly. "I'm

feeling unwell?" he asked,