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 the light and two-thirds in shadow, he looked like a character stepping out of a comic book with the interplay of light and

she

said, "That's it for now, I'm

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 and then averted

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out his hand,

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the car.

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slowly pulled out, and Moira looked at her hand, which had just

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