She Flash-Married To His Rival novel Chapter 250

The car pulled up in front of Juliet's neighborhood, and after Juliet got out of the car, she finally mustered up the courage to ask Felix for a photo.

As Juliet stepped out of the car, Moira felt even more awkward.

Luckily, the car had been quiet the whole way. Moira pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed until they entered the villa area. Only then did she open her eyes.

Felix, sitting beside her, raised an eyebrow. "We've arrived, Ms. Jimenez."

"Oh, have we? Sorry, I must have dozed off a bit," she said, feigning a yawn.

Felix looked at her with a half-smile. "See you at the concert."

"Sure, see you at the concert."

Moira glanced at the familiar front door of her house, quickly pushed open the car door, and got out. "Thanks for tonight, guys. I'll head back now. Take care on the road."

As Moira was about to close the car door, Felix suddenly said, "Wait."

"Hmm?"

Did she drop something?

Moira glanced down. Her bag and phone were there, and nothing had been left behind.

Moira was puzzled as Felix suddenly held out a rose. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Moira hesitated and looked at the rose. "Happy Valentine's Day, but I won't accept the flower, thanks anyway."

"If you don't accept flowers on Valentine's Day, wouldn't you be unhappy?"

Felix's words hit her hard. Moira couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she thought of Barclay, who hadn't even wished her a happy Valentine's Day.

But she had professional ethics and personal integrity. Given her relationship with Felix, she shouldn't accept this flower no matter what.

"Mr. Covington gave it to me, thanks anyway."

Considering the misunderstanding with Cynthia, Moira didn't dare to narcissistically think that Felix liked her.

"Why would you say that? This is your home!"

"So it's not your home, is it?"

Moira could sense Barclay's anger.

Honestly, it was reasonable. On such an important day as Valentine's Day, Moira was hanging out with Felix, a public figure. If they were caught, it would be a disaster.

She pursed her lips. "I'm sorry. I messed up."

Sincerity was a killer move. As for the rest, she would explain later!

Barclay glanced at the still parked black SUV and reached out to hold Moira's hand directly. "Well, as long as you know you're wrong."

Moira looked at her hand being held, her heart racing.

Was he this easy to placate?