She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 192

Moira held her breath for a moment, staring at Barclay. "Mr. Covington, I'm sorry..."

She reached out to take the phone from him.

Barclay didn't make it difficult for her. He released the phone and placed it back in her hand.

Moira took the phone, her ears burning, and glanced guiltily at Barclay. Surely he hadn't seen it? The driver in front was apologizing, explaining that a delivery car had suddenly dashed out.

Barclay didn't say anything, simply saying, "Keep going."

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, driving even more cautiously.

The atmosphere in the car quieted down again, and Moira breathed a sigh of relief.

If Barclay hadn't reacted, then he probably hadn't seen it.

Actually, even if he had seen it, it wasn't a big deal. She hadn't said anything to Juliet except praise him!

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the villa.

Moira and Barclay got out of the car and walked side by side into the living room.

Moira headed to the kitchen island to pour herself a glass of warm water, but Barclay had already poured it and gave her. Moira said, "Thank you."

She glanced at Barclay, her gaze lingering momentarily on the collar of his shirt, where his collarbone was faintly visible.

But it was just a moment. Moira quickly averted her eyes.

From now on, she vowed to be the fresh and lovely Moira!

Sneaking glances at his abs and collarbones was absolutely not allowed!

As she silently made this resolution, her gaze suddenly flickered, and she subconsciously looked up.

The next moment, she saw Barclay's fingers leisurely unbuttoning his shirt.

Above his slightly curved index finger was the prominent Adam's apple.

He unbuttoned his shirt while drinking water.

Moira watched, unconsciously swallowing herself.

Suddenly, Barclay touched his own Adam's apple.

Moira's mind went blank for a moment. Wasn't that too sexy?

Barclay asked, "Do I have something on my neck?"

Moira snapped back to reality and shook her head. "No."

Barclay added, "Then what were you looking at just now, Ms. Jimenez?"

He suddenly leaned down, and the distance between them shrank to half an arm's length.

Moira looked at the approaching eyes and brows, her breath becoming increasingly erratic. "I, I was daydreaming!" Barclay asked, "Is that so?"

His eyes flickered, and Barclay's face was filled with suspicion.

Moira felt guilty under his gaze. "Yes, yes."

Barclay raised an eyebrow, directly exposing her. "Were you looking at this?"

As he spoke, he pressed his index finger against his Adam's apple.

Moira inexplicably swallowed, her mind inexplicably flashing back to Juliet's words. Then, she blurted out, "Everyone likes to look at something beautiful, and you're such a high-quality man. Every woman would want to go to bed with you. It's normal for me to take a few more glances."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Moira felt as if she had been possessed.

How could she say such a thing? Why did her mouth always act up in front of Barclay?

She stole a glance at Barclay, put

down her water glass, and turned to

leave. It's late, Mr. Covington.

You've had a long day. You should go to bed early!"

Barclay

me

woman wants to in bed, I probably won't

be

bed, "But if you don't tell belongs to en.swnonet

go

able to sleep tonight."

Moira had just reached the stairs when she heard Barclay's words. She almost stepped on the air, freezing for a second.

Gripping the handrail to steady herself, she dared not turn her head and hurried away.

This was all Juliet's fault! If Barclay couldn't sleep, he should go ask Juliet!