She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira was taken aback, not sure what he meant. Before she could react, Barclay grabbed her hand, guiding her fingers to touch his Adam’s apple.

Moira quickly pulled her hand back. “…” She wasn’t expecting she would really touch it.

Barclay tilted his head, looking at her. “Don’t you wanna touch? You seemed pretty interested a moment ago.”

“No, I…” Moira didn’t know what to say, just looked at Barclay with embarrassment,

“Sure you don’t wanna touch? I don’t mind, you know. After all, you’re my wife.” He said it like it was no big deal.

Moira watched his Adam’s apple bob again, and then, almost unconsciously, she reached out and touched it.

“How’s it feel?” Barclay asked.

Hearing his question, Moira realized her hand was on Barclay’s Adam’s apple. She felt incredibly awkward, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. “But it’s really s**y, she thought.

Moira couldn’t bring herself to look at Barclay. She kept her head down, her hand nervously tugging at her skirt. She felt like she was acting crazy. “I-I’m hungry, let’s go eat,” she stammered.

Barclay glanced at her flushed cheeks and chuckled. He pushed her wheelchair, saying, “No problem.”

As they stepped out of the mansion, a breeze brushed over Moira’s face. Her cheeks didn’t feel as hot anymore. Seeing Alfie still standing by the mansion’s entrance made her embarrassment vanish instantly.

Barclay had been pushing Moira’s wheelchair earnestly, but upon seeing Alfie, he quickly wrapped an arm around Moira’s shoulder, causing her body to

tense up.

Feeling Barclay’s warmth, Moira felt her cheeks heating up again.

“Mr. Guzman, I hope you’ll stop bothering my wife, or I might do something awful,” Barclay said, lowering his gaze to Moira. “Let’s go home, Moira.”

Allie’s face darkened, and he hurriedly stepped forward to stop Moira and Barclay, “Moira, Barclay ain’t a good guy. You’re swimming with sharks! I know

Jant to get back at me, but you shouldn’t put yourself in danger!”

Moira lifted her head, giving Alfie a cold stare, “I know exactly what kind of man my husband is. Every decision make is carefully considered. Who are you to think I married Barclay just to spite you? Alfie, do you think’I can’t live without you?”

She finished her words and slapped him across the face.

Alfie couldn’t believe it, holding his cheek as it burned.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“I should’ve done that ages ago, Allie. From now on, don’t you dare bother me again!”

Moira glanced back at Barclay. Barclay didn’t say anything, just pushed her wheelchair towards his car.

Barclay opened the car door. “Need a hand, Mrs. Covington?”

Moira shook her head, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I can do it myself.”

She got up from the wheelchair and got into the car. Barclay folded the wheelchair and placed it in the trunk before getting into the driver’s seat. Soon enough, Barclay’s car drove past Alfie.

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