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.

spoke, her soft breath brushed against his cheek. Barclay lowered his head, his lips brushing against her forehead. He looked at her calmly and said, "It's good

brushing past her heart. Moira felt her heart tremble for a moment, and

Did he kiss her

a light kiss on the forehead, so many people

mind felt like it was stuffed with cotton,

looked at Barclay and could only answer nervously,

already attracted a lot of attention,

as Barclay and

The way they whispered to each other as if no one else was

the crowd were already whispering and speculating about the two of them, and more and more

had taken a step forward,

layers of clothing, Moira could feel the

bit hot, she muttered, "It's a bit

looked at

at him nervously and

someked away, suddenly spotti

she knew. "Mr. Covington,

like your