She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Barclay scrutinized her for a moment. "Is it truly that agonizing?"

Moira hesitated, pondering the unexpected question.

Was this really about discomfort?

Turning her head away, Moira shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

Yet he remained seated so near, his presence permeated with the refreshing scent of wood, tempting her to lean closer.

Moira found herself torn between rationality and morality, finally glimpsing a ray of hope: her blood test results were finally available!

All the metrics in the report came back to normal.

Moira swiftly rose from her seat. "Mr. Covington, let's head for home!"

Home, where she could count ten thousand sheep if necessary.

"Perhaps we ought to seek the doctor's advice," he proposed.

Recalling the doctor's enigmatic stare, Moira lacked the courage to face him again.

"Let's head home without further delay!"

Abandoning all pretense, she instinctively looped her arm around Barclay's, urging him along.

She often used this gesture to coax Aiken in the past, but Moira just wanted to hurry home without dwelling on it too much.

It wasn't until Barclay gazed at her and slowly remarked, "Ms. Jimenez, please refrain from trying to seduce me."

Moira remained puzzled.

Realizing her mistake, she quickly withdrew her hand as if shocked.

Her already flushed cheeks instantly burned hotter, and Moira stood there, momentarily at a loss for words. "I'm sorry, I mistook you for Aiken." Barclay fell silent.

Moira also realized her slip of the tongue. How could such a dashing man be willing to be mistaken for Aiken?

Feeling incredibly embarrassed, Moira stood there as if her earlier drunkenness had evaporated, leaving only embarrassment behind.

Barclay glanced at her. "Let's go home."

"Alright."

Moira nodded, refraining from uttering another word.

By the time they departed from the hospital, an hour it had elapsed.

Perhaps all the fuss had exhausted her excess energy, as Moira didn't feel as groggy when she settled into the car. Instead, a wave of drowsiness washed over her.

Yawning, Moira glanced at the lights outside the car window, her eyelids growing heavier.

Just as the car left the hospital,

Barclay halted at a red light just after turning at an intersection. Glancing

over, he noticed that Moira, who had just moments ago warned him against flirting, was already fast

asleep.

A wry smile flickered in his dark eyes, punctuating the silence with the deep rumble of his laughter.

Barclay shifted his gaze away as the light turned green and smoothly guided the car forward.

Upon returning to the garage, Moira slumbered deeply in the passenger seat.

Barclay carried her to their room, where Moira remained still as he gently placed her on the bed. His gaze lingered upon her, still adorned in the evening gown from the earlier party Though he had initially planned to depart, Barclay relented and leaned in to unzip her dress from the side.

As the zipper slid down, the dress loosened considerably.

Yet, at that moment, Moira shifted, causing the thin blanket to slip and the dress to hitch up, exposing her thighs.

The sight of her white undergarments teased, tempting Barclay to lose his restraint.

As his wilder instincts threatened to break free, Moira murmured: "Mr. Covington, cease your seduction. I fear I won't be able to resist."

This time, her unspoken desires found a voice.

Barclay chuckled softly, using a

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He quietly left the room with a tender kiss pressed to her lips. Hmph.

Was he losing control?

Well, that suited him just fine. He was running short on patience anyway.