She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 171

"I understand."

Barclay looked at Moira meaningfully. "Wait a moment. I'll get someone to send it over."

As soon as Barclay finished his words, Moira's face instantly blushed. She nodded and said, "Thank you."

Was anyone more embarrassed than her? No!

Moira closed the door awkwardly. Everything that happened tonight was like a dream, and nothing was within her expectations.

She opened the bathroom door again ten minutes later. The Lindley family had prepared a black dress for her, whose hem only reached her knees.

Time was limited, and Moira had only dried half of her hair. Although her makeup was not completely ruined, she needed a makeup fix.

Barclay had gotten up from the sofa. "Let's go back."

"Huh? Are we leaving directly?"

Wasn't that too rude?

"Yes."

It was obvious that Barclay did not need to worry so much.

He brought Moira out of the room and took the elevator to the first floor. Jordan was waiting at the entrance of the hotel. Seeing them going out of the lobby, he tactfully opened the door to the back seat for them.

Moira bent down and got into the car. Soon, Barclay sat down beside her.

The car drove slowly. Moira thought about what had happened half an hour ago and could not help but look at Barclay. "Mr. Covington, can I ask you a question?"

Barclay raised his eyebrows, indicating for her to go ahead.

"Is there something wrong with Ms. Hurst's brain?" Moira pointed at her head as she spoke.

Would a normal person do something like what Cynthia did?

Barclay glanced at Moira. "Ignore her in the future."

"Oh, okay."

Moira felt that she was too impulsive this time.

The car fell silent. Moira tilted her head and looked out of the window. Her hair was still wet, especially the innermost one.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on, and because of her half-wet hair, she felt cold and subconsciously crossed her arms.

Barclay, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and turned to her. "Are you cold?"

Jordan heard Barclay's words and said quickly, "Mrs. Covington, is the air conditioner too cold? I'll adjust it."

With that, he turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.

Jordan had just finished what he was doing, and Barclay's voice came from the back seat. "Turn off the air conditioner and open the window." Moira was stunned for a moment. "No need to turn it off. It's not very cold. Just turn the temperature up a little."

On such a hot day, if the air conditioning in the car was off, how uncomfortable would it be?

Barclay did not say more. He reached out to hold Moira's hand. "You're not cold?"

Moira's hand was cold, a stark contrast to Barclay's warm palm.

She was a little embarrassed. "Only my hands are cold. Do you believe me?"

Barclay glanced at her, not asking Jordan to turn on the air conditioner.

The car window was slowly opened. The night breeze blew in, bringing with it the unique warmth of summer.

Moira lowered her head and looked at the hand that Barclay had just held. Her ears slowly turned red.

Barclay's unintentional consideration was quite alluring.

It was a pity that they were a fake couple, not a real one.

Moira secretly sighed. She turned her head and looked at the lights outside the car window.

Realizing what she was thinking, she pinched her thigh hard.

She said to herself, 'Ouch! Be soberer, Moira! Do you think you can sleep with a man like Barclay?'