She Flash-Married To His Rival

His slender lips paused on hers for a fleeting two seconds, leaving Moira acutely aware of their soft, warm touch.

"What happens after the kiss?" His voice was deep and velvety, oddly captivating.

As his soft lips withdrew, a trace of reluctance tugged at her heart.

Moira blinked, locking eyes with Barclay's piercing gaze, and before she could stop herself, she uttered, "I still want to kiss."

Moira thought, 'My entire body went rigid. When had I become so bold? Am I losing my mind? How could I utter such words? Just stop and think.' Barclay regarded her, his dark eyes inscrutable. There was a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by his usual composure.

He raised his hand and firmly placed it on the back of her head.

Moira watched in disbelief as he leaned in for a second kiss, her heart pounding in her chest, her breaths growing quicker with anticipation.

But just as their lips were about to meet again, Barclay unexpectedly withdrew.

He stepped back, his brow furrowing slightly. "I'll escort you to the hospital."

scent of sandalwood suddenly felt distant, and Moira found

a hint of longing. With a touch of

before raising her gaze. Her eyes, dewy and expressive, held a poignant yet appealing allure, inviting both sympathy and a deeper sense

refrain from acting so shamelessly, and to avoid hugging and embracing Barclay so freely. After all, we were only a façade of a couple, not a genuine one! Yet another voice thundered: How could I let such a golden opportunity slip away? I'm

the edge. "Please, Mr. Covington, take me to

get to the hospital soon, she feared she might lose

comforting embrace but

that mere embraces were no longer

no, how had she become so addicted to embracing men like

swiftly scooped her "Alright, we're

he carried her into the garage, swiftly settling Moira into

gently assessed her temperature by touching her forehead.

to

an inexplicable sensation coursed through her body. The scent of him stirred a desire