She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

Moira’s unreserved words were loud in the car.

Jordan, who was driving, froze for a moment when he heard Moira’s words.

He wondered, What is Mrs. Covington talking about?”

Jordan hoped that he was not in the car. He felt so embarrassed now.

Moira’s words startled even Barclay, but Moira was unaware of the gravity of what she had just said. She continued to scold indignantly, “it’s outrageous How could they make out in the car?”

As she spoke, Moira finally realized something was wrong.

Drunk as she was, Moira wasn’t completely unconscious. She was just slower than usual.

But even in her dulled state, she realized what she had just said.

‘Did I just say sex in front of Barclay?’ she thought.

Realizing this, Moira blushed even more. “I… My head aches…”

s she spoke, Moira passed out on Barclay’s chest.

Barclay looked down at her, his thin lips curling up. A hint of amusement flashed across his cold eyes.

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The car soon resumed its journey, and Moira didn’t cause any more trouble.

At this moment, the intoxication was at its peak. Moira was lying in Barclay’s embrace, her consciousness fading away. She simply felt comfortable leaning against the “thing” she was resting on. Unable to resist, Moira reached out and hugged the “thing” tightly, no longer causing any commotion afterwards

When they returned to the villa, Moira was already asleep.

Jordan got out of the car to open the door and was about to call for help, but a glance from Barclay made him keep quiet.

Initially, Barclay was worried that Mpira would be woken up, but he was mistaken. Moira was fast asleep, and as she was carried into the villa, she

showed no signs of waking up.

She moved a few times along the way, but it was only because she found the position uncomfortable. After adjusting her posture, she continued to sleep.

Jordan silently carried the wheelchair into the villa and discreetly left for home.

Barclay carried Moira into the guest room. Just as he was about to fully relax his grip, Moira clung to him.

He didn’t know what she was dreaming about, and she was murmuring something.

Unfortunately, her voice was too soft for Barclay to hear clearly

Barclay looked at Moira clinging to him, his eyes becoming even deeper. The desire he concealed during the daytime surged like incoming waves.

Suddenly, Moira’s red and glossy lips, illuminated by the light, resembled freshly washed cherries, silently beckoning to be savored.

Barclay was no longer calm. However, Moira, deep in slumber, was completely unaware.

After gazing at her for a while, he said, “If you don’t let go, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Moira made a humming sound, felt a bit cold, and subconsciously leaned towards Barclay.

Her soft lips brushed against Barclay’s neck. The soft touch tickled him, and Barclay couldn’t hold back his desire.

Barclay lay down on the bed with Moira and turned aside. Unable to suppress his desire any longer, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.