She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 159

Chapter 159

With that reminder, Moira forced herself to gather her thoughts and return her attention to the game.

Soon, a group battle broke out in her game. Moira was no longer in the mood to think about whether she and Barclay were sitting too close.

Barclay gave her tips from time to time. Due to Barclay's reminders, she only died twice in this round.

When the game ended, Moira looked at her good results and subconsciously felt a little smug. "I'm the MVP."

"Yes, very impressive." Barclay looked at her and replied respectfully.

At this moment, Moira realized she was practically in Barclay's arms.

Moira instantly lost her cool, and her hand, which was holding her phone, trembled.

Moira's ears immediately tumed red, and the flush spread from her ears to her cheeks. Soon, even her face turned red. They were so close.

The fragrance of fir filled her nostrils. Every time she breathed, it was the familiar fragrance of wood.

The scent was fresh yet distant, very much like Barclay's personality.

Their thighs were resting against each other. She could feel Barclay's body temperature through the two layers of thin fabric.

'No!' Moira thought.

Moira pursed her lips and placed a hand on the sofa, trying to distance herself from him.

However, Moira had placed her hand on the edge of the sofa. As the leather surface of the sofa was quite smooth, she couldn't keep her balance and slid off.

Moira had barely lifted herself off the sofa when she lost her balance. Moira fell directly onto the cushion that had been on the ground near her feet and fell forward a little, her head landing right in Barclay's lap.

There was a silence in the room.

Moira had just wanted to move away from Barclay a little and had not had any other thoughts.

Moira raised her head quietly. Unexpectedly, she met Barclay's black eyes. Moira pursed her lips and swallowed. "... I lost my balance."

'Do you believe that?" Moira thought.

Barclay looked at her earlobe which was flushed a dark red. His thin lips curled up slightly. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Not" Moira quickly answered.

Moira hurriedly stood up with the help of the coffee table. Her backside was hurting from where she had landed, but she was too embarrassed to do anything else. Moira endured the ache and said, "It's getting late. I'm going to rest."

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Tue, 25 Jun

Chapter 159

Barclay did not embarrass her any further. "Good night."

"Good night," Moira answered.

Moira bent down to pick up her phone. When she raised her hand, her pinky brushed the back of Barclay's hand which was resting in his lap. Moira's pinky shrank slightly, and she gripped her phone tightly. She quickly turned around and returned to her room.

Barclay sat on the sofa and watched as Moira ran away like a frightened rabbit. The corners of his lips curled up into a faint smile.

Barclay watched her as she disappeared around the corner of the staircase. Then, he retracted his gaze, took out his phone, and slowly dialed Linden's number.

When Linden received a call from Barclay in the middle of the night, he was extremely nervous. "Mr. Covington, good evening."

"Talk to the finance department tomorrow. Starting next month, your salary will increase by ten percent." Barclay spoke.

Linden was almost unable to hide his shock at the sudden surprise. When he finally reacted, he suppressed his excitement and replied, "Understood, Mr. Covington." "That's all. Have a good rest tonight." Barclay said..

Barclay hung up the call and tapped his index finger on his thigh. Then, he got up and went upstairs, walking to the guest room and knocking

twice on the door.

The door opened quickly. Moira, who was wearing a purple cartoon short-sleeved pajamas, poked her head out. "Is something the matter, Mr. Covington?" Barclay retracted his hand slightly and resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, "I forgot to tell you. My wife doesn't have to be useful."