She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 46

“Argue?” Barclay said.

Moira corrected herself and said, “No, that’s not it. I mean, let me explain.”

“Alright, go ahead and defend yourself” Barclay said.

Moira felt awkward,

No one spoke, the atmosphere was incredibly eerie

Moira bit her lip and said, “My friend tends to talk nonsense. Please don’t take her words to heart. She just likes to fantasize.” This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Perhaps feeling embarrassed enough for the night, Moira regained some composure. “I know why you agreed to my ‘marriage‘ request. You also need a wife, right?”

Moira finished, cautiously watching Barclay and fearing his denial.

Barclay raised his head slightly, indicating for her to continue.

Moira continued, “I happen to need a ‘husband as well. Like tonight, you’re quite useful”

Suddenly, Barclay lifted his gaze, looking at her, his tone slow with a hint of casual indillerence. “Useful?”

Moira was momentarily flustered, and she inexplicably recalled Juliet’s messages. It took her a while to compose herself and pretend not to understand, continuing earnestly, “As for this marriage, we both know what it is. Rest assured, I have no intention of overstepping any boundaries with you. When you no longer need me, we will get a divorce.”

Barclay remained silent. Moira carefully chose her words and said, “We can pretend to be affectionate in public, but in private, we don’t have to go to that extent. I’ve said my piece, what do you think?”

Moira fell silent, tightly gripping her phone, awaiting Barclay’s response.

Although Barclay seemed gentle and considerate upon first contact, Moira knew, as did the entire Arnelo, that Barclay was the last person one should provoke.

Moira watched as the smile on his face visibly faded. Her heart sank, and she wondered if she had said something wrong

No one spoke in the room. Moira lowered her brows, mentally replaying the words she had just spoken,

“Am I very old?” Barclay asked.

Moira was confused.

“You spoke so politely, making me feel like you were talking to an old man,” Barclay said.

Moira was taken aback. “It’s out of respect, Mr. Covington.”

“No need,” Barclay answered,

Barclay glanced at her, his gaze noticeably colder

“Alright”

“It’s late, good night, Barclay said, rising from his seat and leaving.

Moira was stunned. She wondered if Barclay was angry.

But upon careful consideration, if she were in his shoes, she would be angry too after being used like this.

Clearly at fault, Moira dared not say anything further. She glanced at the closed door, making sure that Barclay had left, and went to bed.

I can handle things better after a good night’s rest, Moira thought.

If it weren’t for Alfie, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point.

Thinking of this, Moira’s disgust towards Allie grew stronger.

Without love, her aversion to Alfie only intensified with each passing day.

Moira turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness.

Although she hadn’t done much, she had been on edge all night. Now that she relaxed, Moira quickly fall asleep.

The night was dark, and silence enveloped the room until the sound of the door opening shattered it.

The bedroom door was pushed open, emitting a “click“, but thereafter, the room returned to silence.

Barclay gently pushed open the door, entering the room with the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Moira was already asleep, her face peaceful in the moonlight, and she was sleeping soundly.

Just now she was so vigilant around him, but now she was sleeping so soundly

He lifted his hand, his slender fingertips landing on her rosy lips. She had said so much tonight that he just wanted to silence her by putting his mouth over hers, so she’d stop talking nonsense.

Under the cover of the night, the cunning in his dark eyes surfaced.

Barclay h

hummed softly, lightly touching Moira’s cheek, saying, “Silly girl, when meat is within reach, have you ever seen a woll let go?”