She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

The car came to a gradual stop at the red light.

Just as Moira stole another glance at Barclay, he turned his head to meet her gaze.

Their eyes locked, and Moira's mind went momentarily blank, her cheeks crimson.

His dark eyes flickered slightly. "Do you find it pleasing?"

Moira's face reddened even more. "...It's quite pleasing, yes."

Otherwise, why would she have been admiring it all this time?

Barclay tapped his hand on the steering wheel. "Shall we admire it further when we return home?"

He spoke, furrowing his brow slightly as if troubled and conflicted. "When you gaze at me like that, it's hard for me to concentrate on driving, and safety is paramount."

Moira listened, momentarily at a loss. Almost instinctively, she clasped her thigh. "...I apologize, I won't look again."

Bursting into tears, feeling deeply ashamed.

Yet, as if understanding her thoughts, Barclay suddenly chuckled, reaching out to tousle her hair. "It's alright, nothing to feel ashamed about. We all have a desire to present ourselves in the best light."

A subtle scent of wood accompanied his gesture, and Moira couldn't shake the feeling that Barclay's gaze held a touch of affection.

Affection?

Moira thought, 'What are you daydreaming about!'

Just then, her phone buzzed twice inside her bag, successfully jolting Moira back to reality from her wild thoughts and relieving some of the awkwardness.

same time, the traffic light ahead

and started the car moving

retrieved her phone, surprised to find an

Moira. I had no idea someone would do such a thing to you! But rest assured, I've already had security escort them out

Escorted out?

being a

Cynthia's candid admission of affection, her hand trembling, nearly

noticed her agitation. "What's the

him. "Ms. Hurst just sent me an apology

"Really?"

had security throw those two

the right thing," Moira grimaced. "But

the role of a saint

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security. Such its

trend on platforms like Twitter!

they'd hurt you when they bullied

feeling a twinge

her phone lit up

messaging this time. It was a text from Juliet: [Hey, what went down

Juliet: [Video.mp4]

Moira replied: [Those two were being a real

into

[Wait, does Cynthia have feelings

responding: [Let's not