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.

his head, his lips brushing against her

touch, like a feather brushing past her heart. Moira felt her heart tremble for a moment, and when she reacted, the touch had already

kiss

was just a light kiss on the forehead, so many

mind felt like it was stuffed with cotton,

looked at Barclay and could only

personally greeted by Cynthia already attracted a lot of attention, but coupled with Barclay,

soon as Barclay and

many people subtly observed them. The way they whispered to each other as if no one else

already whispering and speculating about the two of them, and more and

taken a step forward, and now they were

just two thin layers of clothing, Moira could feel the heat emanating from

bit hot, she muttered, "It's a bit

looked at her. "Is

glanced at him nervously

someked away, suddenly spotti

she knew. "Mr. Covington,

your friend

her gaze and met Harvey's eyes. He responded

He didn't care.

thought Barclay