She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira was truly flustered this time. "Ms. Hurst, I suddenly need to use the restroom..."

As she spoke, she quickly left the room.

Cynthia was puzzled. "Moira! The restroom is not that way!"

But before she could finish her sentence, Moira had already dashed downstairs.

Cynthia stood there, feeling confused.

Everything was fine just now. Why did Moira run away as soon as she confessed her feelings? Did Moira dislike her?

With these thoughts in mind, Cynthia's mood suddenly soured.

Cynthia's "yes" had suddenly shaken Moira.

She had been confessed to by people before, but being confessed to by a girl was a first!

She didn't have any issues with Cynthia's sexual orientation. She just felt a bit overwhelmed as the one being liked.

Moira ran while looking for Barclay. She regretted leaving him just now!

She exclaimed in her heart, 'Mr. Covington, where are you? Can we go home now?'

However, the hall was too large, and there were many people tonight. Moira had been searching for more than ten minutes without finding him.

Her phone was in Barclay's coat pocket, and it wasn't practical to call him. But calling herself was a good idea!

With that in mind, Moira began to look for someone to borrow a phone from.

After observing for two minutes, she finally chose a beautiful lady.

The beautiful lady wore a black dress with a white, small suit draped over her shoulders. The small suit had two pockets, obviously big enough to hold a phone. Moira walked up to the beautiful lady with a friendly smile. "Hello, miss."

"Hello, Ms. Jimenez." The beautiful lady smiled back at her, just as friendly.

Moira was shocked. "You know me?"

Was she that famous?

The beautiful lady explained, "I do, Ms. Jimenez. You're last year's winner of the Aurora Award. Very impressive."

Moira felt embarrassed. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

The beautiful lady replied, "What can I do?"

Moira said, "I'd like to borrow your phone to make a call. Is that okay?"

The beautiful lady directly handed her the phone.

Moira thanked her and was about to walk away to make the call, but then she thought about it. The beautiful lady had been so generous in lending her the phone, so why should she move aside to make the phone call?

It was not like she was going to say anything inappropriate!Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Then, she dialed her phone number directly.

At the same time, upstairs, a melodious piano tune emanated from Barclay's suit pocket.

Harvey was about to ask Barclay

when he started liking phone

take out a phone with white

, but then he saw a net

rabbit phone case from his pocket. en.swhovels.net

When did Barclay's taste become so adorable?

Just as Harvey was feeling puzzled, he heard Barclay pick up the phone. "Hello, I'm Moira's husband, Barclay." So, it was Moira's phone.

Harvey glanced at Barclay. He was suddenly forced to witness a couple's romantic interaction, feeling speechless. "It's me." Moira's slightly trembling female voice came through the phone. Barclay lowered his gaze. "What's wrong?" Moira asked, "Can we go home now?"

Barclay replied, "Don't you get along with Ms. Hurst well?"

Moira said, "Well, she's busy too, so I don't want to be a bother."

Barclay didn't expose her. "Got it. Stay where you are. I'll come find you."

"Okay, please hurry." At the end, Moira added one last sentence.

Barclay's breath hitched at hearing it.

After hanging up, he didn't even glance at Harvey and went downstairs.

Harvey was clueless. "Hey... where are you going?"

Barclay replied, "To find my wife and then go home."

He

turned back to Harvey,

and

"Aren't you going to find yours? Oh, sorry, I forgot. You don't

have a wife." Content be/ou don't

Harvey was fuming, and he cursed inwardly.

Was having a wife that great? Why did Barclay have to be sarcastic?