She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 100

Barclay’s hand was on the second button of his shirt, the dark red scratch standing out against his skin.

Moira retrieved her gaze, forcing herself to stop focusing on the scratch. However, she could not ignore it when she kept reminding herself that she was the one who generated that scratch.

When Barclay unfastened the second button, Moira could not hold her curiosity anymore and asked, “Mr. Covington, I put some concealer on the scratch this morning, didn’t 17”

Barclay lowered his head to glance at the scratch on his left neck. He raised his eyebrows and replied, “I worked up a sweat earlier. The concealer must be melted off.”

Moira was surprised and repeated, “Melted off?” She cried inside, “My concealer is waterproof! I also applied a waterproof foundation and loose powdert The makeup melted off?‘ She could not believe it.

Barclay looked over and asked, “Any problems?”

Moira answered, “Nothing. The quality of my makeup products is too low.”

Barclay replied, “Yeah. You should change them with a better brand.” He stayed composed, showing no sign of guilt. This made Moira feel it was inappropriate to question further. Besides, she knew Barclay would bring up what had happened last night if she kept asking NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Barclay sat on the white sofa and leaned back. He slightly raised his head, fixing his gaze on Moira, and casually asked, “Why didn’t you take her checks?”

Moira was puzzled when she heard Barclay’s words, asking. “Can… Can I take them?”

Barclay chuckled and replied, “Those are the gifts from your mother–in–law. Why do you think you can’t take them? Why did you let go of the free

money?”

Moira said, “I felt it wasn’t right to accept them.” She talked to herself, ‘Is there still a chance for me to ask Mrs. Bernice to offer me 20 million dollars again?”

At this time, Rose walked to Moira and Barclay. She glanced at them at the door and knocked on the door, announcing, “Mr. Covington and Mrs. Covington, lunch is ready.”

Moira pursed her lips and replied, “Thanks, Ms. Graham.” With that, she looked at Barclay and said, “Mr. Covington, time for lunch.”

Moira took her phone and rose from the sofa. Barclay followed her to get up. They approached the door almost at the same time.

Feeling Barclay was approaching, Moira stood still, indicating Barclay to go ahead.

Unexpectedly, Barclay did not move. Instead, he lowered his head to look at Moira’s left foot and asked, “Do you feel better about your foot?”

Moira replied, “I guess so?”

Barclay raised his eyebrows and asked, “What do you mean when you say ‘I guess so‘?”

Moira felt embarrassed and said. “It’s healing, but it’s not fully recovered yet.”

Barclay seemed to understand it and asked to confirm, “So it’s still hurting?”

Moira had a feeling of being carried in Barclay’s arms when she heard his words.

As Moira expected, Barclay carried her up as soon as he finished speaking.

Maka had gotten used to it since Barclay did that a lot. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around Barclay’s neck. “Thud.” Her grip on her phone loosened, and it slipped from her hand, falling to the floor.

Moira used all her strength to get up quickly from Barclay’s arms, attempting to catch her falling phone, but she failed to save it. Yet, her sudden movement even put her in an awkward situation.

She was still wrapping her arms around Barclay’s neck. However, instead of nestling in Barclay’s arms, she sat in his arms. Her face was about one inch to his face.

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