She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Upon hearing this, Rose hastened her movements. "Almost done, Mrs. Covington, just give me five more minutes!"

"No rush, I was just asking," Mrs. Covington replied.

'Sorry about that, Ms. Graham. I couldn't come up with any other excuse to escape.' Moira expressed some regret inwardly.

After sorting out her thoughts, Moira made a conscious effort to control her feelings for Barclay.

She knew she had to stop staring at him constantly and getting lost in her thoughts.

But liking someone was hard to manage.

Moira tried for days, but the results were dismal.

Especially after realizing she had feelings for Barclay, she couldn't act as naturally around him anymore.

Several times, she couldn't bear it and simply made excuses to run away.

Just when Moira was suffering in the agony of her sweet infatuation, some good news finally arrived. Barclay was going on a business trip!

And it wasn't just for a short while, but for seven whole days!

Moira could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

On the night before Barclay's trip, Moira didn't avoid him like she had been doing for the past few days.

When Barclay came back from a call and saw Moira sitting on the couch, his eyes flickered slightly. "Ms. Jimenez, aren't you supposed to be busy tonight?"

Moira averted her gaze guiltily. "Balancing work and leisure. I've been practicing too hard the past few days, and my hands are rebelling."

Barclay looked at her with a smirk. "Is that so? I thought you were avoiding me."

Moira's heart skipped a beat. "Why would I be? Besides, why would I want to avoid you?"

Barclay continued to gaze at her without saying a word.

Moira lasted all of two seconds before she couldn't take it anymore. She pursed her lips. "Mr. Covington, have you packed for your trip tomorrow? Is everything ready?"

Upon hearing her question, Barclay raised an eyebrow. "If it's not packed, Ms. Jimenez, could you help me with that?"

"Of course." Moira blurted out, feeling a pang of regret immediately after.

Just five days ago, she had sworn to maintain boundaries and keep her distance. Was packing his bags something she should be doing? But since she had already agreed, when Barclay asked her if she could help with his travel bags, Moira could only reluctantly agree.

Barclay got up. "Let's go. I need to get some rest early tonight."

Moira reluctantly got up and followed him upstairs, into the master bedroom.

This wasn't Moira's first time entering Barclay's room, but it was her first time stepping into his walk-in closet.

Before even entering, she caught the familiar scent of cedarwood.

Barclay leaned against the wall beside the door, not stepping inside. "I'll need three suits, two casual outfits, and two sets of pajamas," he stated. Upon hearing his request, Moira glanced back at him.

"Got it," she replied, then boldly approached the transparent wardrobe to survey all of Barclay's clothes.

Most of Barclay's clothes were in

shades of black and white. Inside

the main wardrobe, dozens of

tailored suits hung neatly, while the

side compartments were filled

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casual wear. The collection of ties resembled that of a department store, overwhelming Moira's eyes.

She also noticed a separate cabinet for cufflinks and tie clips, indicating their significant value.

It was the first time Moira realized Barclay owned so many clothes.

With so many options, she felt overwhelmed and didn't know where to start.

Choosing the right suit and tie

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She was so focused on her task that she didn't notice Barclay entering the closet.