She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus
Chapter 228

"Where does it hurt?" the doctor inquired.

Moira instinctively glanced at Barclay. "She drank a bit, and it's possible someone slipped something into it."

The doctor frowned. "Any symptoms? Let your wife speak," he instructed.

This time, Barclay remained silent as the doctor spoke first.

Moira, feeling guilty as the culprit, hurriedly spoke up. "I feel overheated, constantly thirsty, and unable to sleep."

"Anything else?" The doctor continued his examination, listening to her heartbeat and breath.

Moira hesitated to speak of the rest. Under the doctor's scrutinizing gaze, she clasped her hands, her voice trembling. "There's this strange sensation in my body, hard to describe, just not quite right." 'Did you catch my drift, doctor?' she wondered.

"It shouldn't be anything major. Let's run an ECG, check your blood pressure, and do some blood tests. If the results come back clean, you should be good to go." The doctor glanced at the paperwork. "For a couple like you, this discomfort doesn't warrant a trip to the hospital."

The doctor's words were elusive, yet Moira grasped their meaning.

It was plain: a few sips of love potion and a night together would do the trick for a couple like them. Why rush to the hospital's emergency room?

Moira felt embarrassed and disoriented as she left the examination room, akin to a lost sheep being led by Barclay.

When the time came for blood tests, Moira hesitated to offer her hand.

"Are you scared?" he asked.

She glanced up at him, neither admitting nor denying it.

How could she replace the courage to speak of such a humiliating matter?

As Moira stared at the needle, she began to tremble. At that moment, the alcohol seemed to evaporate from her system, along with any lingering effects of the love potion, leaving her unusually clear-headed. "Moira?" The nurse repeated her name. Moira bit her lip, slowly extending her hand like a snail inching forward.

In an instant, her head was cradled in a warm embrace, filled with the familiar scent of wood.

"Don't be afraid." Barclay bent down, encircling her in his arms and deftly rolling up her sleeve.

While lost in her thoughts, Moira sensed a faint sting on her wrist, followed by the nurse declaring, "All done."

As his grip on her hand loosened, Moira raised her gaze to meet his dark, penetrating eyes. "Much obliged, Mr. Covington," she uttered softly.

What was she to do? Just moments ago, it felt like her heart had skipped a beat.

"Of course Barclay replied, his gaze

lingering on her puzzled eyes.

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Clearing his throat, he rose to his feet. "The blood test results will take half an hour. Let's head over there and wait."

Moira nervously averted her gaze, nodding as she followed him to the nearby waiting area.

The warmth in her body hadn't

entirely dissipated, and her thoughts

were still sluggish. The potion's

effects hadn't completely worn off

yet, but Moira dared not make any moves on him beside her.

However, her stillness didn't necessarily control his actions.

A large hand gently rested on her forehead, and Moira shivered slightly. "I'm not running a fever, Mr. Covington," she said softly.

"Still feeling unwell?" he asked, his tone concerned.

She bit her lip, uncertain how to respond to the question.

She vowed never to drink so recklessly again!

"Would it be more comfortable if I held you?" he asked.

Moira blinked in confusion, wondering, 'Was he intentionally teasing me at this moment? Could he sense my recent moment of vulnerability?'

While lost in thought, Moira suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder.

Barclay lifted his hand to encircle her shoulder and gently tilted her head. "Lean on me," he said.

Moira bit her lip. "It's not actually that uncomfortable."

"Well, it still doesn't seem quite right," he replied, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Moira felt an itchiness all over her body and hastily pushed him away, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Mr.Covington, please don't hit on me anymore!"

Indeed, her self-control wasn't that strong.