She Flash-Married To His Rival novel Chapter 217

Barclay pulled Moira towards him, avoiding Cynthia's embrace.

Moira hadn't expected Cynthia to be so enthusiastic, wanting to hug her as soon as they met.

Were all heiresses this enthusiastic now? Clearly not. Cynthia seemed quite disdainful of Barclay standing beside Moira.

However, Moira wasn't happy either. She had casually mentioned that Cynthia seemed off, but now she was starting to suspect that Cynthia had ulterior motives.

Barclay said coldly, "I accompanied my wife here."

Upon hearing his words, Moira quickly handed over the gift to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere. "Ms. Hurst, happy birthday! I wasn't sure what you liked, so this is just a random gift I prepared."

She thought, 'See, I'm being so casual, so you should be too, Ms. Hurst.'

However, things didn't go as planned. Cynthia's eyes lit up when she heard Moira's words. "Really? Is it a gift for me?"

Moira was stunned.

"I'm so happy! Thank you, Ms. Jim... Mrs. Covington!" Cynthia took the gift. "Let's go inside!"

As she spoke, she reached out to take Moira's hand.

"Ms. Hurst, please refrain from so much physical contact with my wife," Barclay interjected at the right moment, instantly cooling down the atmosphere that had just been eased.

Cynthia looked displeasedly at Barclay. "Can't I take your wife inside?"

Barclay replied, "No, I'll take her."

Cynthia frowned. "You're being too controlling, Mr. Covington. She's here for a birthday party. Why are you keeping such a close eye on her?"

Barclay said, "To prevent anyone from having ulterior motives."

Cynthia rolled her eyes. "Come on, I've already recorded a guarantee! And Mrs. Covington is my lifesaver. Who would mistreat their lifesaver?"

Cynthia looked at Moira. "Right, Mrs. Covington?"

Suddenly being prompted, Moira felt awkward. "Yes."

She didn't want to pay Cynthia any attention, but Cynthia praised her so much!

Even if Cynthia really was trying to get close to her, she would accept it!

Cynthia's personality was much better than Moira had imagined. She was actually a sweet girl beneath her cold exterior.

The two of them chatted about Moira's outfit for the evening while Barclay was left hanging.

It wasn't until the three of them entered the banquet hall that Cynthia's friends came over, and Cynthia reluctantly let go of Moira. "Sweetie, have a stroll with your husband. I'll find you later."

Moira's face flushed. "Okay."

Barclay looked at Moira. "Didn't you say you didn't want to interact with her?"

Moira looked awkward. "I did want to ignore her, but she complimented me and called me sweetie..."

She thought, 'Who could resist that? Can you resist it, Mr. Covington?'