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.

and

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

marriage license. The two of them

had asked her to smile during the photo shoot earlier,

they were bright and sparkling. Also, her smile made Barclay’s angular

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

had been carrying her for the whole morning Moira kind of got used to it. She wrapped one arm around his

her room and put her in her wheelchair. When he was straightening up,

burning and looked away. “You should get to

at her,

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

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

down at his index finger that had been pulled over,

taking her home in one week. She felt Barclay was doing it on

told Aiken

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

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