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 to

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

on the marriage license. The two of them together were not as weird

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

When she smiled, they were bright and sparkling. Also, her smile made

to her side, and

the whole morning Moira kind of got used to it. She wrapped one arm around

was straightening up, he halted at her eye level

looked away. “You should get to

looked down at her, and added, “I’ll come and take you home in one

he was leaving, she hurriedly reached out to grab his sleeve. But she was too

back her hand and curled her fingers. “I’m

looked down at his index finger that

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 now he started

hadn’t told Aiken about

made the video call, Moira was not in the mood to eat anymore, and she directly dropped her fork, picked up her cell phone,

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