She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Juliet's suggestion seemed absurd but understandable.

Moira appreciated her good intentions but wanted more.

Although it was generally easier for girls to pursue guys, there were exceptions.

Moreover, she had initially coerced Barclay into marrying her by leveraging the car accident threat, forcing him into the arrangement, and now they were in a business partnership, but she had other thoughts.

If Barclay knew she had feelings for him, would he consider her despicable?

She didn't want him to see her that way!

Even if she wanted to pursue him, she should at least wait until the contract ended.

Moira made a decision to put all her thoughts aside.

Rose came to call her for lunch, and Moira felt embarrassed. She hadn't realized she had spent the whole morning, over three hours, doing nothing but thinking about Barclay. Feelings for boys really did affect her progress in her career!Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

After lunch, Moira decided not to take a nap and went straight to the piano room to practice the piano all afternoon.

When Barclay returned, she was sitting on the couch massaging her sore fingers just like yesterday.

Unlike yesterday, today's Barclay didn't come back early, there was no heavy rain outside, and she couldn't calmly watch him come in like she did yesterday.

Moira listened to her increasingly rapid heartbeat, feeling extremely guilty, and her finger massaging became more intense.

Barclay loosened his tie, watching her massage her fingers as if she was trying to break them, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Your fingers acting up?"

"Huh?"

Moira was startled and raised her head with some confusion.

She noticed his gaze, then lowered her head again, following his gaze to her fingers.

Moira realized she was exerting too much force, and after all five fingers on her right hand turned red, she blushed. "My fingers are sore. This will make them feel better." Actually, she wasn't that comfortable, and it even hurt a bit.

But Moira felt too embarrassed to say that she got distracted because she felt guilty when she saw him.

Barclay sat down beside her, his hands unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt as usual.

"Really?"

This time, Moira only glanced at him briefly before looking away.

She kept her head down and tried to focus all her attention on her hands. "Yes."

As Moira finished speaking, Barclay's hand appeared in front of her.

She raised her head in confusion. "Mr. Covington?"

"I'm strong. Let me help you."

She hesitated slightly. "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"It's fine."

He said, already taking her hand and kneading it in his palm.

Moira watched as her fingers were massaged inch by inch by him, feeling her heartbeat quicken with each beat.

She couldn't take it anymore and quickly withdrew her hand. "I'm a bit thirsty."

After saying that, she stood up as if

fleeing to the table, pouank it

in o

a glass of water, and

gulp.

Barclay watched her, his eyes flickering. "Are you feeling better after lunch today?"

She nodded repeatedly, not daring to look at Barclay at all.

Barclay watched her and suddenly curled his lips into a smile, "Mrs. Covington, you seem a little different today."

Moira dreaded him calling her that,

and

treming his words, her hand

trembled, causing the water

cup to overflow directly. "Is that so?"

Barclay chuckled but didn't say anything. She felt guilty under gaze, put down the cup, and

k at him. "I'm a bit bet

As she spoke, she hopped off the chair and headed to the kitchen, asking, "Ms. Graham, is it time for dinner?"