She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

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.

With one-third of his face 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 shadow. Moira couldn't help but swallow nervously. Time seemed to stand still, and she could only hear the chaotic beating of her heart.

Oh no, she was so smitten!

Then, Barclay said, "That's it for now, I'm hanging up."

Barclay hung up the phone and 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 and then averted her gaze. "Thank you."

He asked, "Can we go now?"

He reached out his hand, and Moira said, "Yes."

She thought, 'Mr. Covington, what do you mean by reaching out your hand? Are you asking about the money for the gift?'

As she was about to ask the price, Barclay had taken her hand. "Just getting used to it in advance."

Moira, who was about to pull her hand back, blushed and replied, "Okay."

It seemed like she needed to get used to it. Otherwise, she might have thought he was asking for money!

Moira didn't dare to think about what

would happen if she had blurted out. She quickly collected her

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"How long do you plan to stay?"

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Moira Snapped out of her thoughts, asking, "How long do you think is good?"

She didn't have any experience in these events.

Barclay replied, "Half an hour should be enough."

Moira nodded. "Okay, I'll follow your lead."

Barclay responded with a nod and fell silent.

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The car soon stopped in front of the restaurant. Cynthia had booked two floors for her birthday celebration.

Moira got out of the car, carrying the gift, and walked to Barclay's side. This time, she tactfully held his hand without his reminder.

As they took a few steps inside, Cynthia, wearing a champagne-colored gown, ran over in high heels. "Ms. Jimenez, you're here!"

She was so happy that she completely ignored Barclay standing next to Moira.

Then, Cynthia heard Barclay's displeased reminder. "Ms. Hurst, she is my wife."

Only then did Cynthia notice him. Her face showed displeasure, thinking, 'Why is this annoying man here?'