She Flash-Married To His Rival

The car came to a gradual stop at the red light.

Just as Moira stole another glance at Barclay, he turned his head to meet her gaze.

Their eyes locked, and Moira's mind went momentarily blank, her cheeks crimson.

His dark eyes flickered slightly. "Do you find it pleasing?"

Moira's face reddened even more. "...It's quite pleasing, yes."

Otherwise, why would she have been admiring it all this time?

Barclay tapped his hand on the steering wheel. "Shall we admire it further when we return home?"

He spoke, furrowing his brow slightly as if troubled and conflicted. "When you gaze at me like that, it's hard for me to concentrate on driving, and safety is paramount."

Moira listened, momentarily at a loss. Almost instinctively, she clasped her thigh. "...I apologize, I won't look again."

Bursting into tears, feeling deeply ashamed.

Yet, as if understanding her thoughts, Barclay suddenly chuckled, reaching out to tousle her hair. "It's alright, nothing to feel ashamed about. We all have a desire to present ourselves in the best light."

A subtle scent of wood accompanied his gesture, and Moira couldn't shake the feeling that Barclay's gaze held a touch of affection.

Affection?

'What are

inside her bag, successfully jolting Moira back to reality from her wild thoughts and relieving some of the

time, the

redirected his attention and started

phone, surprised to find

[I'm so sorry, Moira. I had no idea someone would do such a thing to you! But

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admission of affection, her hand trembling, nearly

her agitation. "What's

Hurst just sent

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throw those two women

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their circle, especially considering the embarrassment of being escorted out by security. Such its

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admitted, feeling a

phone lit

wasn't Cynthia messaging this time. It was a text from Juliet: [Hey, what went down tonight? I heard Cynthia kicked two people out of

Juliet: [Video.mp4]