She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 201

Barclay glanced at Moira, who had already fallen asleep beside him, and suddenly felt sorry for her. He picked up his phone and sent a message in the group chat. [Not going for coffee anymore. My wife is

tired. You guys go ahead without us.]

As soon as Barclay's message was sent, it stirred up a storm in the group chat.

Harvey: [What kind of act are you pulling, Barclay? Ten minutes ago, you asked me to call you later, and now you're bailing on us?]

Finley: [I've already left home with the car, and now you tell me this?]

Evan: [Barclay never intended to go.]

Harvey: [I'm speechless.]

Finley: [Unbelievable.]

Six minutes later, Barclay replied: [I really want to go, but my wife is tired.]

Evan: [Oh, we know you have a wife!]

Harvey: [Stop using your wife as an excuse.]

Finley: [You sure love your wife!]

Barclay: [I know you guys don't have wives.]

Harvey cursed at Barclay and Finley joined in.

Evan: [I'm speechless.]

Barclay: [Did it sting you guys?]

The group chat became chaotic, but Barclay silenced his phone and set it aside.

Twenty minutes later, the car slowly pulled into the driveway. Barclay unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. He went to the passenger side, unbuckled Moira's seatbelt, and carried her out of the car.

He initially worried that his actions might wake Moira, but she slept soundly, undisturbed by anything.

Barclay placed her on the bed and removed her shoes. As he did, Moira suddenly turned over, causing her skirt to ride up to her thighs, revealing the edge of her light pink underwear. Barclay was shocked and lifted his gaze at Moira's lips, which had puckered up slightly. He restrained himself for a moment but ultimately couldn't resist.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

In her dream, Moira was enjoying a delicious meal. When Barclay kissed her lips, she dreamed of biting a steak, the savory broth tantalizing her taste buds. As she took a bite, the sauce coated her lips, and she instinctively licked them.

Barclay froze for a moment, looking at Moira, who was unaware of her actions. Two seconds later, he reluctantly withdrew.

One day, he would claim her completely.

Moira slept deeply. She woke up when the sky was already dark.

As she looked at the familiar ceiling, she suddenly sat up straight. 'What happened? Weren't we supposed to meet Barclay's friend? How did I end up sleeping in my bed?'

Moira hurriedly got out of bed, realizing she had overslept, and rushed to replace Barclay.

There was no one in the room. She thought of the study and ran to it.

She asked, "Weren't we supposed to go for coffee?"

The door to the study was open, and Moira pushed it and walked in without hesitation.

Barclay, who was in the middle of video conference, gestured at the on the other end of the

Como "You look too tired."

Moira was taken aback. "You could have woken me up."

Barclay continued, "You were exhausted last night. It's good for you to get some more sleep."

Moira blinked, suddenly feeling at a loss.

What had she done last night that left her so tired?

Meanwhile, the executives from Sega Group on the other end of the computer were wondering if they could listen to this. Before Moira could figure out this question, Barclay suddenly came over and lifted her up. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Then, Moira realized she had rushed out to replace Barclay without putting on her shoes.

Feeling embarrassed, she said, "You can put me down. I'll go back and put on my shoes." Barclay said, "The floor is cold. I'll carry you back to the room."

Moira was about to say something more, but Barclay had already carried her out of the study. Well, it wasn't the first time she had been carried like this anyway.