She Flash-Married To His Rival

Barclay seemed to realize he had made a mistake. "Is that... a false eyelash?" He frowned as if his cognition had been shaken.

Moira awkwardly pinched the false eyelash away. "No, it's dirt! Mr. Covington, I'm going to change my clothes! Wait for me for five minutes, no, ten minutes!"

Moira said in one breath and then turned around and closed the door.

She looked at the false eyelash she was pinching between her fingers, her face turning even redder.

She didn't want to wear false eyelashes anymore after this embarrassing incident!

After this awkward interlude, Moira didn't fuss over herself anymore.

It wasn't a big party anyway, so she just needed to put on some makeup.

After finishing, she changed into the dress she had picked out earlier, put on a pair of pearl earrings, and checked her appearance one last time. Then, she took the gift prepared by Barclay and left the house. As she walked downstairs, Barclay was on the phone. Moira tactfully stood aside, waiting for him.

Rose had already been given a day off, so now the villa was just Moira and Barclay.

Barclay stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in the sunset's glow. The orange light softened the sharp lines of his profile, and Moira looked at his prominent nose.

She had previously been too focused on his eyes and lips to notice how superior his nose was.

He was a masterpiece of exquisite craftsmanship, with every feature meticulously crafted!

Perhaps noticing her gaze, Barclay turned his head slightly.

in shadow, he looked like a character stepping out of a comic book with the interplay of light and shadow. Moira couldn't help but swallow nervously. Time seemed to stand still, and she could only hear the chaotic beating of her

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it for now, I'm hanging

walked over to Moira. He looked at the neckline of her dress and finally landed on her shoulders. He said, "The dress... looks beautiful." Moira glanced at him nervously

asked, "Can we

reached out his hand,

by reaching out your hand?

was about to ask the price, Barclay had taken her hand.

who was about to pull her hand back,

get used to it. Otherwise, she might

dare to think about

blurted out.

thoughts and followed Barcela

the car.

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into

looked at her

for

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him.

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voice broke