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.

leaned over, picked up the marriage license, and handed it

embarrassment. “Don’t be ridiculous. I

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

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

and sparkling. Also, her smile made Barclay’s angular face look not

off the car, walked to her side, and leaned

had been carrying her for the whole morning Moira kind of got used to

he was straightening up, he halted at her eye level and looked at her from

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

straightened up, looked down at her, and added, “I’ll come and take you

to grab his sleeve. But she was

pulled back her hand and curled her fingers.

index finger that had been

was tortured by what he 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

told

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

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