She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 77

Moira was in a dilemma.

She lifted her head and smiled awkwardly, “Dad, we have plans

with friends later. Let’s have lunch together next time.”

If they continued chatting, Barclay might have k

known everything about Moira since she was a child.

Aiken didn’t mind and said, “Great, young people should go out and have fun on weekends”

“You’re still young too, Dad. Your daughter is only eighteen,” Moira said.

Meira cupped her face, looking cute

She had always known how to flatter Aiken since she was young, and their relationship was in harmony.

When Moira praised Aiken, she didn’t forget to praise herself, but when she came back to reality, she realized that Barclay was beside her.

She froze

Barclay was gazing at her deeply. Taking a closer look, she might see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Right?” Moira asked.

“Yes, Mr. Jimenez is still young,” Barclay echoed.

Aiken felt embarrassed and said, “I’ve finished eating. If you are done with breakfast, then go upstairs to pack Moira’s things.”

He looked at the music room, and his eyes were moist “As for the piano, let’s have someone come and move it the other day.”

Two months when Moira was going to marry Allie, Aiken didn’t feel this sad.

Now that Barclay personally came to pick up Moira, he realized that Moira had truly grown up.

She was going to start a family of her own.

Alken felt both comforted and somewhat melancholic. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

He couldn’t bear to let go of his daughter.

However, in front of his son–in–law, Aiken couldn’t embarrass himself. He quickly suppressed his emotions and said, “Moira, after you finish eating, take Barclay upstairs to see your room.”

What Moira feared most had come, but fortunately, she had already tidied up her room yesterday. “Got it.”

Moira and Barclay had finished breakfast.

“Go to my room?” she asked.

Barclay looked at her and said, “Alright?”

“It might be a bit messy,” said Moira

“Well, I’m prepared.”

Moira actually didn’t want him to go to her room

Moira didn’t think her room was messy at all. She spent over thirty hours cleaning it yesterday

Two minutes later, Moira confidently led Barclay into her room and said, “Not messy, right?”

Barclay looked at the room in front of him, where every corner bare traces of Moira’s growth. The room looked a bit girlish.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and replied in a hoarse voice, “It’s messy.”

He meant his heartbeat.

“Where is it messy?” Moira asked in displease.

Moira was somewhat dissatisfied with his assessment.

Her room wasn’t really messy. Everything was neatly arranged where it belonged.

Barclay remained silent, his gaze talling on the two large suitcases in the corner. “You want to take the suitcases with you?”

Moira had wanted to argue, but when she thought of his empty bedroom, she felt that hers did seem a bit messy.

Just as she heard him ask, Moira said, “Yes”

ked, “Didn’t you say there was nothing to take with you?”

Barclay asked,

Moira’s face turned red as she said, “Just two suitcases. Is that a lot?”

“Yes

He was so straightforward.