She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira was truly flustered this time. "Ms. Hurst, I suddenly need to use the restroom..."

As she spoke, she quickly left the room.

Cynthia was puzzled. "Moira! The restroom is not that way!"

But before she could finish her sentence, Moira had already dashed downstairs.

Cynthia stood there, feeling confused.

Everything was fine just now. Why did Moira run away as soon as she confessed her feelings? Did Moira dislike her?

With these thoughts in mind, Cynthia's mood suddenly soured.

Cynthia's "yes" had suddenly shaken Moira.

She had been confessed to by people before, but being confessed to by a girl was a first!

She didn't have any issues with Cynthia's sexual orientation. She just felt a bit overwhelmed as the one being liked.

Moira ran while looking for Barclay. She regretted leaving him just now!

She exclaimed in her heart, 'Mr. Covington, where are you? Can we go home now?'

However, the hall was too large, and there were many people tonight. Moira had been searching for more than ten minutes without finding him.

Her phone was in Barclay's coat pocket, and it wasn't practical to call him. But calling herself was a good idea!

that in mind, Moira began to look for someone to borrow a phone

minutes, she finally chose

dress with a white, small suit draped over her shoulders. The small suit had two pockets, obviously big enough to hold a phone. Moira walked up

Ms. Jimenez." The beautiful lady smiled

shocked. "You know

Was she that famous?

"I do, Ms. Jimenez. You're last year's winner of the

I

replied, "What can

borrow your phone to make

lady directly handed

it. The beautiful lady had been so generous in lending her the phone, so why should she move aside to

she was

her phone

same time, upstairs, a melodious

was about to ask

he started

a phone

then he saw

from his

Barclay's taste become so

feeling puzzled, he heard Barclay pick up the phone. "Hello, I'm Moira's husband,

interaction, feeling speechless. "It's me." Moira's slightly trembling female voice came through the phone. Barclay lowered his gaze. "What's

replied, "Don't you get along with Ms.

busy too, so I