Chapter 9

Two hours later, Moira sat beside Barclay, looking incredulously at the marriage license in her hand.

It was hers and Barclay Covington’s name on the license. Wow.

How did she end up getting a marriage license with Barclay when all she wanted to do was apologize to him and explain everything sincerely?

How she felt now was complex. She pursed her lips and tilted her head to look at Barclay on the side.

She had heard of the name Barclay Covington for years. Never had she ever thought that this name would be on the same marriage license as her name.

Moira’s mind was still messed up when the car stopped outside her villa.

“Mrs. Covington, you seem dissatisfied with our picture,” said Barclay in a low voice.

Moira came back to her senses. Her hand trembled when she heard him call her Mrs. Covington. The marriage license fell on Barclay’s leather shoes.

license, and handed it to her. “So,

glanced at Barclay in embarrassment. “Don’t be ridiculous. I

at the photo on the marriage license. The two of them together were

photographer had asked her to smile during the photo shoot earlier, and with her

were bright and sparkling. Also, her smile made Barclay’s angular face look not so distant. Anyway, they looked like a real

answered Barclay. He got off the car, walked to

used to it. She wrapped one arm around his neck, the other holding the marriage

When he was straightening up, he halted at her eye

and looked away. “You should get to your business, Mr. Covington,”

He straightened up, looked down at her, and added,

Seeing he was leaving, she hurriedly reached out to grab

hastily pulled back her hand and

that had

taking her home in one week. She felt Barclay was doing it on purpose. She made such a rude and outrageous request,

told Aiken about

Juliet made the video call, Moira was not in the mood to eat anymore, and she directly dropped

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