She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Chapter 185 

Barclay asked, “What’s the matter?” 

Barclay adjusted his bathrobe to cover his well–defined eight–pack abs, but the wide neckline was still somewhat low. 

Moira tried to divert her gaze, pretending to casually look at him. “I just received a call from your father’s secretary.” 

“What did they say?” Barclay turned and walked into the room. Moira hesitated for a moment before reluctantly following him inside. 

Moira said, “They said your father wants to see me. Tomorrow at 12:30 pm at the Crescent Coffee House.” 

Barclay replied, “No need to pay attention to him.” 

Moira nodded. “Actually, I don’t want to see him either.” 

“Alright.” Barclay nodded and said, “Is it time for your leg check–up?” 

Moira said, “Yes, a follow–up tomorrow.” 

Barclay asked, “In the morning?” 

Moira nodded. “Yes, morning appointment.” 

Barclay frowned slightly. “After your check–up, give me a call. I’ll pick you up.” 

He had a meeting in the morning that he couldn’t cancel. 

Moira made a sound of acknowledgment. “But I have plans to have lunch with a friend.” 

Barclay, who was planning to have lunch with his wife, replied, “…Be careful.” 

Moira said, “I will. My leg is almost fully recovered.” 

“Okay,” Barclay responded indifferently and didn’t say anything further. 

The room suddenly fell silent, and Moira felt a bit awkward. “Mr. Covington, should I go back to rest?” 

Barclay didn’t respond immediately and suddenly asked, “Has Alfie contacted you recently?” 

Moira had almost forgotten about Alfie lately. Hearing Barclay mentioned, she realized it had been over a month since she last saw Alfie. 

She blinked. “No, has he contacted you?” 

“Yeah,” Barclay replied. 

Moira instinctively became nervous, her gaze becoming cautious. “Did he say anything bad?” 

Barclay picked up the cup from the table and took a sip. 

Thinking about what Alfie had said last night, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. When he looked up again, his expression had returned to normal. “More or less.” 

Moira said, “Oh, I’m sorry! You don’t have to pay attention to him, just let him go crazy!” 

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Moira could guess what Alfie might have said to Barclay. She wasn’t afraid of Alfie making Barclay angry and Barclay would take revenge on 

him. 

She was more afraid of Barclay holding her responsible for it. 

Although their relationship had been somewhat colder recently, Barclay had been quite good to her overall. 

But Moira felt like Barclay was like a big cat. When he was in a good mood, he might not hold one accountable even if they bumped into him. But if he was provoked, he would retaliate fiercely. 

Barclay was confused. “Why are you apologizing to me?” 

Moira collected her thoughts and whispered, “I’m afraid that you’ll get angry.” 

Barclay narrowed his eyes. “Are you afraid that I’ll deal with Alfie?” 

Moira shook her head. “No, I’m afraid that you’ll hold me responsible.” 

Moira often regretted speaking her mind. 

She didn’t understand why she always ended up unintentionally saying what she was thinking in front of Barclay! 

The atmosphere became awkward for a while. 

Moira lowered her head, subconsciously scratching the sofa beneath her. 

However, she had barely scratched the genuine leather sofa, and it made a “squeak” noise, making the situation even more awkward. 

“I’m sorry!” She quickly lowered her head, looking at the unintentional scratch she made on the sofa, feeling numb. “Mr. Covington, this sofa isn’t cheap, is it?” 

Barclay looked at her embarrassed and blushing ears. “It’s not expensive, just over 600 thousand dollars.” 

How was 600 thousand dollars not expensive? 

Moira felt like crying. “Can I pay for the sofa in installments?”