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?

are you

jolting Moira back to reality from her wild thoughts and relieving some of

the same time, the traffic light

and started the car

her phone, surprised to find an apology

thing to you! But

Escorted out?

Cynthia being

Cynthia's candid admission of affection, her

agitation. "What's the

him. "Ms. Hurst just sent me

"Really?"

throw those two women out of

right thing," Moira grimaced. "But isn't that a

saint in their circle, especially considering the embarrassment of

much they'd hurt you when they bullied

feeling a twinge

her phone lit

It was a text from Juliet: [Hey, what went down tonight? I

Juliet: [Video.mp4]