She Flash-Married To His Rival

Barclay's gaze turned cold when he heard the word "sweetie." He asked, "Are you saying that if she likes you, you won't mind?" Moira answered, "I respect her sexual orientation." After all, she didn't swing that way.

"What about me?" Barclay chuckled in exasperation, looking at Moira, who was acting so capriciously. "What am I?"

Moira blinked and instinctively replied, "My husband!"

Wasn't this a well-known fact?

Barclay teased, "Oh, so you aware I'm your husband."

Moira was puzzled. Was it her imagination? Why did she feel like Barclay's tone was a bit resentful?

Moira suddenly realized that she had been chatting with Cynthia the whole time and hadn't paid much attention to Barclay.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt guilty. She quickly moved closer to Barclay, tiptoed slightly, and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, Mr. Covington. There weren't many people when we came in, so no one should have noticed! Don't worry. From now on, we'll be the super-duper affectionate couple!"

Tonight's attendees at Cynthia's birthday party were naturally not ordinary people.

The "affectionate couple" image of Moira and Barclay naturally needed to be maintained.

Barclay looked at Moira, who suddenly approached him. He subconsciously tightened his hand on her waist, wanting to pull her closer into his arms, but he was afraid of scaring her. In the end, he restrained himself.

The fresh flowery scent from Moira's body drifted towards Barclay's nose like an unprovoked temptation. But she seemed oblivious, even tiptoeing closer to him.

brushed against his cheek. Barclay lowered his head, his lips brushing against her forehead. He looked at her calmly and said,

was such a light touch, like a feather brushing past her heart. Moira felt her heart tremble for a moment,

her? Did he kiss her

was just a light kiss on the forehead, so many

stuffed with cotton, soft and

could

lot of attention, but coupled with

as

to each other

about the two of them, and more

had taken a step forward, and now they were

clothing, Moira could feel the heat

bit hot, she muttered,

at her.

at him

someked away, suddenly spotti

she knew. "Mr. Covington,

like your