She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Chapter 253

"Alright."

Barclay handed her back the phone.

Moira reached out to take the phone, opened the photo album, and saw the picture Barclay had just taken. The warmth that had only just faded from her face surged back again. Why would he take such a flirtatious, atmospheric photo?

"Could you send me the photos?"

She was lost in thought as Barclay's voice brought her back to reality. "Sure." Moira quickly sent the photos to his phone.

"Could you send me those photos you just took?" Barclay clarified.

"Huh?"

"The ones you took."

"Uh-oh, okay."

Was he going to post them on Instagram too?

Moira couldn't help but wonder. If Barclay posted these photos on Instagram, wouldn't there be a flood of comments from people?

She didn't even dare to imagine and think about what it would be like if she posted these photos on her own Instagram.

"Are you editing the photos?" Barclay asked, noticing that she hadn't posted them on Instagram yet.

blinked, feeling a bit flustered. "I'm trying to figure out what caption

coming up with the right words was proving to be

much deliberation, Moira couldn't come up with anything better, so she settled for a simple yet blunt caption. "Love isn't just on Valentine's Day.

she couldn't help but cover her warm cheeks for a moment

say anything, she noticed that Barclay

a bit

at him, suddenly remembering something. "Mr. Covington, weren't you supposed

"So?" Barclay responded.

you're back?" Moira

Day. Shouldn't we be spending it together?" He replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, causing Moira to momentarily forget they were just pretend

finish, she realized that her gift paled in comparison to his. Moira felt too embarrassed to even bring it

"But what?" Barclay prompted.

"It's nothing."

her head. "Let me get your gift.

was better

Barclay had given her

main purpose was for Instagram, it was also a gift for

the tiny bit of disappointment in her heart and returned to the room, holding the roses and the bracelet. She handed Barclay the

Barclay said as he took

to open it when Moira quickly pressed his hand down. "Can you

felt a

"Sure."

his watch. "It's getting late. You should rest. I have to head back early

a moment and watched him turn away. Almost involuntarily, she called out to him, "Mr. Covington!" Barclay paused, turning back to look at her, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Is there something else we missed?" She shook her head and looked into his

didn't pursue