She Flash-Married To His Rival

As her mind wandered, the car glided smoothly into the garage.

With efficiency, Barclay parked the vehicle, greeted by the bright glow of the garage lights. Then, he noticed Moira's rosy cheeks and the intensity in her gaze. "We've arrived," he remarked.

Moira snapped out of her reverie, glancing outside to realize they had reached their destination. "Oh, alright," she replied, swiftly unfastening her seatbelt and stepping out of the car. Yet, as her feet hit the ground, she felt a momentary dizziness. What was happening? Why did she feel a tad lightheaded?

"Leg troubling you?" Barclay inquired.

Moira had barely managed to stand upright when she awkwardly glanced at Barclay. "Not exactly, just a tad dizzy," she confessed.

It wasn't merely a touch of dizziness; a hint of warmth was also washing over her.

Moira instinctively reached up to her cheek, startled. "Am I running a fever?"

"You've been drinking," he stated flatly, not a question but a statement.

Moira pondered for a moment. "No, I only had orange juice with Cynthia when we went upstairs, and later, I had a glass of fruit juice while waiting for you." She hadn't touched any alcohol. Didn't he understand her well enough?

She wouldn't dare drink alcohol.

"That was fruit-infused wine!"

Moira looked at him in surprise. "Really?"

"Yes."

to

the consequences if she were to get tipsy

words spoken, Moira swiftly ascended the stairs to

her skirt and made a soft sound of amusement before

Moira swiftly removed her makeup, showered, and then lay on her bed to

found it increasingly difficult to drift off despite her efforts. It wasn't merely warmth she felt. There was an unsettling sensation creeping over

brought to mind the dramatic plots Juliet would share in her beloved romance novels, where heroines were often

yet not unbearable.

her lips again, Moira finally couldn't resist the urge to get up and head downstairs

glass of water before she

his posture and focused

nodded, grabbing a glass of water

she caught Barclay's

room filled only

breaking the quiet. "Mr. Covington, is

tolerance wasn't the highest, but surely it wasn't

"Not particularly."

touched her cheek thoughtfully. "I don't believe

at him,

that something else bet mixed into the

completely

did she suddenly feel drawn