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 shower and

fearing the consequences if she were to

words spoken, Moira swiftly ascended the stairs to

sway of her skirt and made a soft sound of amusement before

her makeup, showered, and

off despite her efforts. It wasn't merely warmth

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

unbearable. Just

finally couldn't resist the urge to get up and head downstairs for a

spotted Barclay pouring himself a glass of

she approached, he shifted his posture and focused his gaze on

water and downing

caught Barclay's

the living room filled only with the quiet rhythm of their

resist breaking the quiet. "Mr. Covington, is fruit wine

alcohol tolerance wasn't the highest, but

"Not particularly."

cheek thoughtfully. "I don't

him, she mustered

could it be possible that something else bet mixed

felt completely out

did she suddenly feel