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.

marriage license, and handed

embarrassment. “Don’t be ridiculous. I like

The two of them together

to smile during the photo shoot earlier, and with her mind empty, she

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

got off the car, walked to her side, and leaned down to

Moira kind of got used to it. She wrapped

way to her room and put her in her wheelchair. When he was straightening up, he halted at her eye

her face burning and looked away. “You should get to your business, Mr.

His dark eyes flickered. He straightened up, looked down at her, and

widened. Seeing he was leaving, she hurriedly reached out to grab

and curled her fingers.

at his index finger that had been pulled

said about taking her home in one week. She felt Barclay was doing it on purpose. She made such a rude and outrageous request, and now he started to

told Aiken about

the mood to eat anymore, and she directly dropped her fork, picked up her

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