She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 212

Eric left, but the atmosphere in the villa remained strange. Even Rose tactfully hid in the kitchen and didn't dare to inquire about lunch. Moira glanced at Barclay, who had been sitting on the sofa for a while, and tentatively asked, "Aren't you busy today?"

Barclay slowly opened his eyes. "Not too much. Are you busy?"

In fact, he stopped the meeting halfway and rushed back.

He said, "I'm not busy."

It was awkward for them to sit here like this.

Seeing him rubbing his forehead, Moira suddenly remembered something. "Do you have a headache?"

Barclay looked up at her. "Yeah."

"Then can I give you a massage?" She might as well replace something to do.

Barclay said, "Thank you."

Moira got up and walked to the sofa behind him, lifting her hand to give him a massage.

The atmosphere improved significantly, and Moira felt relieved.

She had upset Eric so much earlier. She was worried that Barclay would hold her accountable for it now.

Recently, Moira seemed increasingly losing control of her words.

Moira pondered without speaking, and Barclay also remained silent, making the living room quiet.

Suddenly, a noise came from the entrance, startling Moira and Barclay.

At the entrance, Cynthia peeked in while walking in.

When Cynthia saw Moira and Barclay sitting on the sofa, her expression changed slightly.

Moira felt embarrassed by Cynthia's sudden appearance and quickly withdrew her hand.

Barclay's comfort was suddenly interrupted, and he looked at Cynthia with a cold gaze. "Ms. Hurst, what are you doing here?"

Moira was also curious. "Are you here to ask me to divorce my husband too?"

At the mention of "husband," Barclay glanced at Moira.

Initially, Moira didn't think much of it since it wasnt the first time she had addressed Barclay as her "husband for the sake of the act. But seeing him glance back like that made her feel flustered, and her cheeks grew hot.

Cynthia shook her head hurriedly. "No, Ms. Jimenez, you misunderstood."

Barclay was not satisfied with her addressing Moira. "It's Mrs. Covington, Ms. Hurst."

Cynthia frowned but changed her address. "Mrs. Covington, I'm having a birthday party this week and would like to invite you."

Moira looked at Cynthia and asked, "Are you inviting me to humiliate me?"

Wasn't that how it went in novels?

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Moira, who was not busy at all, said, "Yes, I'm quite busy lately."

Cynthia realized they had misunderstood and explained quickly, "It's not what you think, Mrs. Covington. You saved me last time, and I've been grateful to you. I want nothing more than to have you by my side to cut the cake on my birthday!"

As Cynthia spoke, she looked at Barclay. "Mr. Covington, rest assured. If I ever let down my lifesaver, I will..."

As Cynthia mentioned the incident that night, Moira felt that she had ulterior motives. She asked Cynthia, "What?" She was curious.

Cynthia said resolutely, "I'll... run naked around the city center!"

Moira was stunned. There was no need to go that far.

Cynthia added, "If you don't believe me, we can record a voice message now as evidence."

Moira was about to speak, but Barclay had already placed his phone before her. "Go ahead." Moira was taken aback, wondering, 'Did the elite circle enjoy such extreme activities?'