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

observing for two minutes, she finally chose a beautiful

lady wore a black 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 to the beautiful lady with a friendly smile.

Ms. Jimenez." The beautiful lady smiled back at her, just as

was shocked. "You

Was she that famous?

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

I

beautiful lady replied, "What can

"I'd like to borrow your phone to make a call. Is

directly handed her

thanked her and was about to walk away to make the call, but then she thought about it. The beautiful lady had been so generous in lending

was going to say anything

her phone

the same time, upstairs, a melodious piano tune emanated from Barclay's suit

about to

he started

a phone

he

case from his pocket.

Barclay's taste become so

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

"It's me." Moira's slightly trembling female voice

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

so I don't want to be