She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira sat on the ground for a while and realized that it had been quite some time since they came down. If they didn't head back up soon, Rose would probably start to worry. But Barclay was drunk...

Moira leaned against the wine cabinet behind her and stood up, looking down at Barclay still seated there. "Mr. Covington, shall we go upstairs?"

Barclay heard her words, lifted his head, and gazed at her for a moment. "Why should we go upstairs?"

'Listen! Is this something regular Barclay would ask?' Moira thought helplessly.

"We're going upstairs to eat," she said and reached out to pull him up.

With her assistance, he got to his feet. "I have no appetite."

'Of course, you don't. You're drunk!' she thought.

"Then shall we go upstairs to rest?"

He furrowed his brow and seriously considered her suggestion.

After about five seconds, he nodded.

Moira was worried about Barclay falling down the stairs, so she led him to the elevator.

Drunk Barclay was surprisingly compliant.

Moira felt an inexplicable joy as she held his hand.

She took him directly upstairs to his room and then went back downstairs herself.

Rose had prepared dinner. "Mrs. Covington, dinner is ready."

"Oh, could you save half of the food for later? Barclay isn't feeling well. He'll eat later."

Barclay came back early today, and Rose could tell he wasn't in a good mood. Without questioning Moira's words, Rose went back to the kitchen, divided the meal in half, and brought out one portion. After dinner, Moira glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window and saw that it was still raining.

Then she turned and went upstairs to their room. It was past ten in the evening when Moira finished showering and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered Barclay, who had been drunk earlier. She hesitated for a moment before getting up and knocking on the master bedroom door.

She stood at the door for almost ten seconds before it opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding the doorknob, the other rubbing his temples. "Do you need something?"

Moira looked at him, feeling a bit awkward. "Are you sober now?"

Barclay nodded, then seemed to remember something. "Sorry, I was in a bad mood this afternoon and got drunk."

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me once in a while.

As soon as she finished speaking, Moira saw Barclay's face relax into a smile. "Ms. Jimenez, you're quite magnanimous."

Moira laughed nervously. "Are you hungry?"

"A little."

Barclay looked at her. "You should rest. I don't want to trouble you. I'll just go downstairs and make some pasta."

Moira knew he had misunderstood,

so she quickly intervened. "I asked

Rose to save some food for you. It's stillThis belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

warm in the pot downstairs. Just go and get it."

Barclay looked at her, his brows twitching slightly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She hadn't even properly thanked him for taking her to the hospital in the middle of the night last time!

Moira finished speaking and was about to go back to rest.

Just as she was about to say goodnight, Barclay suddenly spoke up, "Ms. Jimenez, may I ask you a blunt question?"

Moira blinked. "Of course."

'I don't believe Barclay could ask any blunt question.' she wondered.

As it turned out, Barclay's question wasn't as blunt as expected. "Do I have no appeal whatsoever?"

"How could you say that? How could you have no appeal? There are wealthy ladies out there who would fill half a football field just to get a glimpse of you!"

But the next second, Moira regretted her words because she heard him ask. "Then why aren't you, even a bit, attracted to me?"