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 it

in embarrassment.

two of

the photo shoot earlier, and with her mind empty, she

pair of 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

He got off the car, walked to her

to it. She

all the way to her room and put her in her wheelchair. When he was straightening up, he halted at her eye level and looked at her from a

burning and looked away. “You

down at her, and added, “I’ll come

she hurriedly reached out to grab his sleeve. But she was too fast and held his index

hastily pulled back her hand and curled her

that had been pulled over, said

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

hadn’t told

was not in the mood to eat anymore, and she directly dropped her fork, picked up her cell phone, and moved

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