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 shower and

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

words spoken, Moira swiftly ascended the stairs to

watched the sway of her skirt and made a soft

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

to herself but found it increasingly difficult to drift off despite her efforts. It wasn't

heroines were often drugged.

not unbearable.

Moira finally couldn't resist the urge

surprise, she spotted Barclay pouring himself a glass of water

shifted his posture and focused his gaze

grabbing a glass of water

caught Barclay's steady

only

resist breaking the quiet.

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

"Not particularly."

her cheek thoughtfully. "I don't believe my tolerance is

at him, she

it be possible that something else bet mixed into

completely out

suddenly feel drawn to