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

minutes, she finally chose

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

Jimenez." The beautiful lady smiled back at

shocked. "You

Was she that famous?

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

"Can I ask you

beautiful lady replied, "What can I

said, "I'd like to borrow your phone to

directly

about it. The beautiful lady had been so generous in lending her the phone, so

was not like she was

her

melodious piano tune emanated from

was about to ask

started liking

a

but then he saw a

phone case from

Barclay's taste become so

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

glanced at Barclay. He was suddenly forced to witness a couple's romantic interaction, feeling speechless. "It's me." Moira's slightly trembling female voice came through the phone. Barclay lowered his gaze. "What's wrong?"

get along

"Well, she's busy too, so I don't want to