She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira took a nap and woke up around five in the afternoon.

She remembered Barclay mentioning dinner together. Although she didn’t know what Barclay had planned, today’s events had indeed affected him a

bit.

Moira looked down at her legs. She hadn’t recovered. She thought, ‘Barclay can’t expect me to accompany him to a business banquet tonight, right?

So she thought it might just be a normal dinner gathering

Moira chose a dress with a high-neck design and blue print, which made her look elegant yet lively. The waist was cinched with pleats, accentuating her slender figure, while the flared hemline added a touch of charm to her straight legs.

It was a pity that her leg hadn’t recovered.

But Moira had fair skin, and the dress only reached two-thirds of her thighs, so her fair call was still visible.

Someone knocked on the door, and Imogen, the maid, said Barclay had arrived.

Moira glanced at herself in the mirror, quite satisfied with her elegant and generous appearance. “Got it,” she said.

Then she wore a classic black chain bag before wheeling herself out of the room.

Shortly after she left the room, someone appeared at the staircase.

It was Barclay.

He was positioned in the dim light, making his eyes appear even deeper. When he looked at Moira, she found his gare affectionate

Moira instinctively grabbed her handbag tighter and greeted him.

He nodded slightly, striding over. His gaze assessed her as he approached and said, “You’re stunning,”

Moira straightened her posture, pretending to be calm as she responded graciously, “Thank you.”

“Do you want a hug?” Barclay asked.

It was a very normal question, but for some reason, when Barclay said so, it had a different connotation.

Moira found it intimate and said, “Thank you, but…”

“No need to be polite. It’s just a small gesture,” Barclay said

Her attempt to decline was intercepted, and she was lifted by Barclay.

Moira felt a bit awkward and said, “Thank you.”

Barclay suddenly lowered his head, causing Moira to stiffen.

iffen. She instinctively turned her face away, only to find that he had stopped just above her

cheek, about a fist’s distance away

“Wearing perfume?” Barclay asked.

He sniffed, then gave his evaluation.

She had misunderstood him.

Moira’s face was hot. She had just thought Barclay was going to kiss her, but it turned out he was only confirming if she was wearing perfume,

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Moira stiffly turned her head back to meet his gaze, feeling very guilty. She replied, “A friend made it for me.”

When she went for an exchange program, Moira met a perfumer and played her a rendition on the plans, and the perfumer made a perfume specially for

Moira.

It had a sweet but not overpowering scent of orange, with hints of fresh grass.

The smell suited her

Barclay glanced at her again and said, “It smells good,”

Moira looked at Barclay’s Adam’s apple and couldn’t help but move her fingers. She couldn’t help but remember the feeling from the other day. Her ears turned red again.

Juliet always said that the s**t part of a man was his Adam’s apple. Now every time Barclay hugged her, Moira’s gaze couldn’t help but fall on his Adam’s apple.