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."

going to

back to lock her door, fearing the consequences if she were to get tipsy and make a spectacle of

words spoken, Moira swiftly ascended the stairs to her

the sway of her skirt and made a soft sound of

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

to drift off despite her efforts. It wasn't merely warmth she felt. There was an unsettling

novels, where heroines were often drugged. But

not unbearable. Just

lying for a while, moistening her lips again, Moira finally couldn't resist the urge to get

spotted Barclay pouring himself a glass

posture and

water and downing it

caught

room filled only with the quiet rhythm of

Moira couldn't resist breaking the quiet. "Mr. Covington, is fruit

highest, but surely it wasn't

"Not particularly."

"I don't

at him, she

be possible that something else bet mixed

completely out

she suddenly feel drawn to kissing