She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

It was after three in the afternoon when Moira woke up. She sat in her room for a while before going downstairs to have dessert.

At five o’clock, Moira emerged from the music room, and Imogen asked her what she wanted to eat for dinner.

Moira said, “I don’t have any particular cravings. You can decide.”

“Alright, the weather is hot. I’ll make something refreshing.” Imogen said..

Moira absentmindedly responded, “Thank you, Imogen.”

She was hesitating whether to pack her things for going to Barclay’s tomorrow.

Moira blushed at the thought of it

It seemed as if she couldn’t wait to move out.

Aiken had a dinner engagement tonight and called to tell Moira to sleep early.

Moira had wanted to wait for Aiken to come back and chat with him, but Alken said he might not be back until eleven tonight, so she decided to take a

shower and rest

Just as she finished showering, her phone rang.

Moira wondered who was calling her at this late hour.

When she saw the caller ID, Moira tensed slightly.

It was Barclay.

Her hair was still wet, but Moira answered the phone and put it on speaker, drying her hair with a towel. “Hello, Mr. Covington?”

“Is everything packed?”

Hearing his question, Moira’s hand, which was drying her hair, paused for a moment. She felt a bit embarrassed and said, “I don’t have anything to pack.”

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She had seen it all when she went over to his house the other day. Clothes, shoes, everything was ready. She could just move in.

Moreover, they were just married in name, and Moira didn’t know how long their marriage would last. Maybe in a few days, she would have to pack up

and leave.

“I’ll come over tomorrow at nine,” Barclay said.

“Isn’t that a bit early!” Moira said.

“Early?”

Even though they were on the phone, Moira still felt an inexplicable pressure and didn’t dare to say it was early. “No, On weekdays, I leave at eight.”

“Then I’ll come at sight,” Barclay said.

Seeing her not saying anything, Barclay asked in a calm tone, “Any problems?”

Moira was afraid he would come earlier. She quickly smiled and replied, “No. See you tomorrow, Mr. Covington.”

“See you tomorrow, Mrs. Covington,” Barclay said.

She wondered why he called her Mrs. Covington again.

But Moira didn’t dare to question him further and quickly hung up the phone.

Moira thought, ‘Light o’clock? He never slept in on weekends?”

Complaining aside, Moira quickly blow-dried her hair, set an alarm, and went to bed.

It would be embarrassing when Barclay came over tomorrow morning and she was still in bed.

Moira had a dream. She dreamed that she was a rabbit in a forest. One day, while out foraging, she suddenly encountered a wolf

She was so scared that she ran away, but no matter how she ran, she couldn’t escape the woll’s pursuit.

She ran and ran until she had no strength left and could only stop and accept her fate of being eaten by the wolf.

As she watched the wall pounce on her with its mouth wide open, she closed her eyes.

Just when she thought she was about to be eaten by the wolf, her face suddenly felt warm. She quickly opened her eyes, only to find that the woll was licking her.

Moira woke up suddenly, realizing it was just a dream.

As for why she felt her face warm, it was because she was drooling,

The alarm kept ringing, and Moira quickly reached out to turn it off.

The room returned to silence, and she thought of the dream and couldn’t help but raise her hand to touch her cheek.

“Goodness, how absurd!’ she thought.