She Flash-Married To His Rival novel Chapter 191

Meanwhile, sitting in the car, Moira recalled everything that had just happened and wondered if she had lost her mind.

Why did she rush into Barclay's arms like that?

Thinking back to the moment she collided into his embrace, she still felt her heart racing.

'How pathetic of you, Moira!' she scolded herself inwardly.

It was all just a performance, so why was she acting so shy, like a primary school kid who had never been in love? But he was Barclay! The epitome of a man!

"What are you thinking about?" A voice suddenly broke the silence in the car.

Moira was startled and looked at Barclay. She blurted out as usual. "I'm thinking about the epitome of men."

Barclay's expression changed when he heard that.

He stared at Moira, making her face turn red. Moira immediately explained, "It's not what you think, Mr. Covington!"

"What is it then?" Barclay asked.

What? Should she confess that his embrace made her blush and her heart race? Could she even say that?

Moira said hesitantly, "It's just, it's just..."

"Can't explain yourself, right?" he teased.

Moira was speechless. Please destroy her already. She was exhausted!

She lowered her head, giving up on explaining.

No matter how she explained it, it seemed like Barclay would misunderstand anyway.

Oh well, let it be. Let him think what he wanted.

In the dimly lit car, with the lights outside flashing past the window, Barclay chuckled as he looked at her reddening ears.

Although the laughter lasted only a few seconds, Moira still heard it.

She awkwardly lifted her head and glanced at Barclay. "Can you please give me some face?"

"How so?" he asked.

Reading this, Moira understood what was going on. She glanced at Barclay, who was pretending to be asleep beside her. She asked: [Are you saying Barclay's secretary went to pick you up?]

Juliet: [Yeah, why?]

Moira: [I'm shocked!]

Juliet: [Honestly, at first, I thought Linden was Emma's boyfriend, and Emma had sent him over to beat me up...]

Juliet: [Anyway, Mr. Covington is really good to you! Are you not considering making a move on such a nice guy?]

Moira's face turned red. [That's not something I can think about...]

She had just sent this message when the car suddenly stopped.

Moira's phone fell from her hand and hit Barclay's shiny shoes.

Before she could bend down to pick it up, he had already retrieved her phone.

Barclay glanced at the bright screen of her phone. His gaze fell on the chat log, causing him to pause for a moment.