She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Barclay's gaze turned cold when he heard the word "sweetie." He asked, "Are you saying that if she likes you, you won't mind?" Moira answered, "I respect her sexual orientation." After all, she didn't swing that way.

"What about me?" Barclay chuckled in exasperation, looking at Moira, who was acting so capriciously. "What am I?"

Moira blinked and instinctively replied, "My husband!"

Wasn't this a well-known fact?

Barclay teased, "Oh, so you aware I'm your husband."

Moira was puzzled. Was it her imagination? Why did she feel like Barclay's tone was a bit resentful?

Moira suddenly realized that she had been chatting with Cynthia the whole time and hadn't paid much attention to Barclay.

Thinking about this, she suddenly felt guilty. She quickly moved closer to Barclay, tiptoed slightly, and whispered in his ear, "It's okay, Mr. Covington. There weren't many people when we came in, so no one should have noticed! Don't worry. From now on, we'll be the super-duper affectionate couple!"

Tonight's attendees at Cynthia's birthday party were naturally not ordinary people.

The "affectionate couple" image of Moira and Barclay naturally needed to be maintained.

Barclay looked at Moira, who suddenly approached him. He subconsciously tightened his hand on her waist, wanting to pull her closer into his arms, but he was afraid of scaring her. In the end, he restrained himself.

The fresh flowery scent from Moira's body drifted towards Barclay's nose like an unprovoked temptation. But she seemed oblivious, even tiptoeing closer to him.

breath brushed against his cheek. Barclay lowered his head, his lips brushing against her forehead. He looked at her calmly and said, "It's

past her heart. Moira felt her heart tremble for a moment, and

he kiss her in

was just a light kiss on

like it was stuffed with cotton, soft and

could only

of attention, but coupled with

soon as

them. The way they whispered to each other as if

and speculating about the two of them, and

redder. Just now, to "assure" Barclay, she had taken a step

clothing, Moira could feel the heat emanating from

a bit hot, she

looked at her. "Is

glanced at him nervously

someked away, suddenly spotti

she knew. "Mr. Covington,

like your friend is

and met Harvey's eyes. He responded with a

He didn't care.

thought Barclay would