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."

I'm going to

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

Moira swiftly ascended

and made a soft sound

her room, Moira swiftly removed her makeup, showered,

increasingly difficult to drift off despite her efforts. It wasn't

were often

not unbearable. Just a lingering

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

surprise, she spotted Barclay pouring himself a glass of water before she even reached

shifted his posture and focused his gaze on her. "Still

glass of water and downing it

she caught Barclay's steady

spoke, the living room filled only with

Moira couldn't resist breaking the quiet.

alcohol tolerance wasn't the highest, but surely it

"Not particularly."

her cheek thoughtfully. "I don't believe my

at him, she mustered

possible that something else bet mixed into

felt completely

did she suddenly feel drawn to kissing