She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

She reached up, her fingers curling around his neck, turning her face to rest against Barclay's chest with feigned casualness.

She thought, 'No surprise it was Barclay. How could he carry me so swiftly without even a gasp, keeping his heartbeat steady as ever! Ah, what a strong physique he had. Perhaps that portrayal in novels of a CEO capable of seven encounters in a single night refers to Mr. Covington! Moira, don't indulge in idle fantasies!'

After a journey filled with wandering thoughts, Moira was finally escorted to the emergency room doors. Despite her slightly flushed complexion, she appeared remarkably sturdy compared to the other patients in the ER.

Barclay seated her in a chair outside the door and went off to register her.

Moira instinctively moved to follow, but he had already anticipated her intention. Like calming a child, he raised his hand and gently patted her head. "Stay put for me."

Moira suspected Barclay even added a "be good" at the end, though she had no evidence.

It had been years since anyone had treated Moira so tenderly, not since she was ten. Even though Aiken often comforted her, he never patted her head.

Her already warm cheeks flushed even more. Obediently nodding, she watched as Barclay walked toward the registration desk.

With the hospital relatively quiet at this hour, Barclay returned promptly and sat beside her.

The woman across from them had been studying Moira intently, evidently puzzled by her flushed appearance as she hurried into the ER.

woman's scrutiny, Moira glanced at Barclay helplessly. "Mr.

request, Barclay chuckled. "Weren't you quite bold when you hugged

eyes and rested her head against Barclay's

finally ceased to draw the woman's attention, who now redirected

But what was the woman's fascination? Why

her lips and reached out to grasp Barclay's hand. "What time is it?"

extended his wristwatch-clad hand. "It's half past ten," he

late," Moira

Barclay reassured her,

have an early meeting tomorrow?" Moira inquired, tilting

the hospital, still clad in his pajamas. Moira could see the muscular chest beneath his collar from her vantage

while she admired the view, she was also a sight to behold in the

against the dark fabric, resembling a blooming flower Observing her fluttering eyelashes, his dark eyes softened as he clenched his

She felt like a

prompting her to stand up straight. She glanced at the display screen next to the examination room door, catching sight of her name just

his clenched