She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when she realized, in her sober state, that she had offended Barclay while she was under the influence of

alcohol

Afraid that Barclay would hold a grudge, Moira quickly changed the subject and said, “Are you going back to the company later?”

“Yes,” he responded.

Moira couldn’t sense his feelings.

She nibbled on the sandwich, finding it tasteless.

He almost finished eating, took a sip of coffee, and glanced at her, saying, “Do you have any plans today?”

“No.”

With her leg still injured, what plans could she have?

“I’ll come back for lunch,” Barclay said.

Moira pondered on Barclay’s words. “Is he asking her to make lunch? she thought.

She looked at Barclay, tentatively asking, “Shall I make lunch for you when you come back?”

As soon as the words came out, Moira blushed instantly.

She felt that it sounded like something a wife would say to her husband.

Although

h they were husband and wife, they weren’t in love.

Barclay looked at her for a moment and asked, “Aren’t you practicing the piano?”

“I am.”

Speaking of practicing the piano, Moira remembered her charity performance on the 20th. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to inform him, “Oh, by the way, I have a charity performance on the 20th.”

“Where?” Barclay asked.

Without much thought, Moira replied, “At Lifeland.”

“Alright.” Barclay nodded and set down his coffee cup.

The housekeeper will come to prepare lunch. If you want anything, let her know. In the afternoon…”

He paused for a moment and finally said, “That’s all.”

With that said, Barclay got up and went upstairs.

Soon, he came back down wearing a different shirt and trousers.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

His fair skin made the red scratch mark on his neck quite prominent, catching Moira’s eye immediately.

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She wanted to cover it up.

With that in mind, Maira said. “Mr. Covington, isn’t that scratch mark too obvious?”

Barclay gave her a meaningful look without saying a word, but his meaning was clear.

Moira’s face flushed hot and red. That red mark was just too suggestive. If Barclay went back to the office with that mark…

Moira didn’t dare to think any further.

For her own sake, she gritted her teeth and said, “How about cover it up for you?”

Worried that Barclay might refuse, Moira quickly added, “It’ll be quick, just half a minute.”

Barclay lowered his gaze and glanced at his watch. “I’ll give you five minutes.”

“Okay. I’ll go get the concealer,” Mora said.

Afraid that Barclay might change his mind, Moira hobbled quickly upstairs.

step by step.

With her right leg still not fully healed, she couldn’t walk fast. As she climbed the stairs, she held onto the railing and hopped up step

Barclay stood downstairs, watching Moira’s ponytail bouncing with her movements. He couldn’t help but smile.

He thought, “Ah, she really is like a rabbit.

Moira quickly returned with the concealer. Seeing Barclay still there, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn’t want to do it, but she was his wife in name.

“Mr. Covington, please have a seat on the sofa,” Moira said.

Barclay glanced at her but didn’t say anything. Then he walked over to the sofa and sat down.

Moira opened the concealer, matched the color on her hand, and leaned over to brush it on Barclay’s neck

Barclay’s skin was too fair, and the concealer looked too obvious on it.

Fortunately, she was clever enough to grab some foundation and apply it over the concealer.

Her skin was

as fair too, so the foundation matched the color on Barclay’s neck perfectly.

“Is it done?” Barclay asked.

11 was

is too hot, and Moira was afraid he would sweat and smudge the concealer and foundation. She had intended to apply a layer of setting powder, but when she heard Barclay’s question, she accidentally shook, and the powder puff landed on Barclay’s lips.