She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

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.

As Moira 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 that you remember."

It was such a light touch, like a feather brushing past her heart. Moira felt her heart tremble for a moment, and when she reacted, the touch had already disappeared.

Did Barclay just kiss her? Did he kiss her in front of so many people?

Although it was just a light kiss on the forehead, so many people were watching them.

Moira's mind felt like it was stuffed with cotton, soft and loose, but it occupied all her thoughts.

She looked at Barclay and could only answer nervously, "I remember."

Being personally greeted by Cynthia already attracted a lot of attention, but coupled with Barclay, Moira naturally drew more attention.

As soon as Barclay and Moira

entered, many people subtly observed them. The way they whispered to each other as if no one else was around was noticed by many.

Some people in the crowd were already whispering and speculating about the two of them, and more and more people were glancing at them.

Moira's face grew redder. Just now, to "assure" Barclay, she had taken a step forward, and now they were almost leaning against each other.

Separated by just two thin layers of clothing, Moira could feel the heat emanating from Barclay's body.

Feeling a bit hot, she muttered, "It's a bit warm."

Barclay looked at her. "Is it?"

She glanced at him nervously and then

someked away, suddenly spotti

she knew. "Mr. Covington,

it looks like your friend is here too!"

Barclay followed her gaze and met Harvey's eyes. He responded with a faint, "Ya."

He didn't care.

Moira thought Barclay would go

over and say hello, which would end

this awkward and ambiguous

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with a nod, Barclay showed no intention of moving.

Feeling awkward, Moira couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to say hello?"

Barclay replied, "No. Aren't you hungry?"

Immediately, Moira's stomach made a very audible "growl" twice.

The sound wasn't loud, but Barclay heard it very clearly.

He smiled faintly and said, "There's food over there. Let's go eat."

Moira replied, "Okay." She felt so awkward.