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."

familiar scent of sandalwood suddenly felt distant, and Moira found

of fresh wood with a hint of longing. With a touch of greed, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his

expressive, held a poignant yet appealing allure, inviting both sympathy and a deeper

urged me to be reserved, to 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 utterly useless! Normally, I'm too timid even to

the edge. "Please, Mr.

soon, she

desired a comforting embrace but also yearned for kisses and

that mere embraces were

become so addicted to embracing men like

picked up on her trembling tone and swiftly scooped her "Alright, we're heading

brisk strides, he carried her into

her cheeks, Barclay gently assessed her temperature by

hand to shield her

body. The scent of him stirred a