She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Compared to Thalia’s unpleasant meal, Moira and Barclay were quite harmonious,

Moira even drank some wine at Barclay’s suggestion.

Her alcohol tolerance wasn’t great, even for red wine.

But dining without wine seemed to lack a certain charm.

Expensive things, apart from their high price, are perfect in every other aspect.

Moira was very satisfied with the dinner. She didn’t drink much of the appetizing white wine, but she drank half a glass of red wine served with the main

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By the time she realized it, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Barclay had finished eating long ago. Sensing her gaze, he raised an eyebrow. The edense eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, making his eyes even deeper. “Had enough?”

Moira nodded. “I can’t finish the pudding. Can it be packed?”

“I’ll have someone pack it,” he said, gesturing for a waiter to pack it.

Moira burped, feeling her face getting even redder as she met Barclay’s gaze. “I’ll go touch up my makeup.”

With that, she picked up her bag and left her seat

If it weren’t for her right leg still not fully recovered, Moira even wanted to run.

She felt embarrassed for burping just now.

Thalia had just come out of the ladies’ room and saw Moira limping over. She squinted thoughtfully.

Moira didn’t bother to greet Thalia and just went straight past her.

Her lipstick had been smudged, and even the makeup couldn’t hide the flush on her face. Moira could feel the effects of the alcohol.

It seemed like she was getting a bit drunk.

Juliet said she liked to hug people when she was drunk, Moira shuddered at the thought of herself bugging Barclay in a drunken stupor

To avoid any embarrassing moments, Moira decided to wash her face. At least hold on until she got home.

Moira was glad she didn’t put on heavy makeup today, and she hadn’t done much with her eye makeup, but the eyeliner was waterproof.

The cold water made her feel sober.

Looking at herself in the mirror, there was hardly any change in her makeup.

dabbed the water off her face.

Moira took a tissue and gently dabbed

Once she was done, Moira went into one of the cubicles.

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She was afraid she would hug Barclay and say she needed to pee when she was wasted.

She couldn’t even bear to think about such a scene

After using the restroom, Moira washed her face again.

Although she had makeup on, the drunkenness on her face was visible.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

But she had no way out now.

Moira quickly picked up her bag and headed out, hoping her sobriety would last a little longer.

The restroom was located far inside the restaurant. Moira had to walk a while to reach the lobby.

Just as she walked into the lobby, she saw Barclay waiting for her with a wheelchair.

Feeling embarrassed, Moira subconsciously quickened her pace to catch up with him.

However, she walked too fast, and her leg hadn’t recovered yet. The floor was slippery, and she lost her balance.

Moira frantically reached out to grab something to steady herself, but she couldn’t catch anything. She was about to fall onto the passing food cart when suddenly someone yanked her back.

Moira’s face almost hit Barclay’s chest. The woody scent of him mixed with the faint aroma of wine immediately filled her nostrils.

“Are you Okay?”

His warm breath brushed against her forehead, making Moira feel even hotter.

It was only then that she realized her hand was gripping Barclay’s collar, and she was staring at his chest.

Moira quickly let go of her hand and said, “… I didn’t mean to. I’ll help you button it back up.”

She fumbled to tidy up Barclay’s collar, her hand trembling as she tried to button it up. She shook the button but failed to grasp it properly, and the button slipped down from her fingertips. Moira quickly picked it up again.

Her fingertips brushed against his chest several times, as if she was teasing him.

Barclay couldn’t stand it anymore and took her hand away. “No need to button it up.”

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