She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus
Chapter 242

Moira felt that the tie in her hand didn't quite match. She put it back and picked another one, then stood in front of the suit to compare. But somehow, it didn't quite have the effect she wanted. So, she just put the tie on and took two steps back to see how it looked.

However, she didn't anticipate that after just one step back, she would collide with Barclay's solid chest.

Startled, Moira instinctively turned around. "Mr. Covington, I'm so sorry!"

She glanced down at the foot she had accidentally stepped on. "I didn't see you there."

She raised her head again and cautiously looked at Barclay's face. "I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"No," Barclay replied.

He glanced at her before retracting the hand that had been on her shoulder. "Are you choosing a tie?"

Moira grimaced. "I guess my sense of style isn't that great."

"Who said that?" Barclay asked.

She didn't immediately respond. "Huh?"

"Who said you have a bad sense of style?"

Moira touched her nose that had just bumped into. "I did."

Barclay's eyes flickered as he looked at her. "I think you have great taste."

Hearing his words, Moira couldn't help but feel pleased. Her eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah," he confirmed.

Barclay continued to gaze at her. "You think I look good, right?"

Moira blushed, hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Yeah. It makes sense."

Barclay smirked, his lips curling slightly. "Have you picked one yet?"

"Almost done, I just need one more tie."

In truth, Barclay's ties were all quite similar in style, considered versatile and never really wrong no matter which one she chose.

But she wanted to use the slight differences to stand out a bit more.

"Okay," he replied and didn't say anything more, just standing there watching her continue to pick.

Feeling a bit guilty, Moira didn't dare to be too picky anymore and simply chose one.

The suitcase was placed under the wardrobe. She pulled it out, neatly folded the clothes, and packed them inside.

"Alright, Mr. Covington!"

Moira zipped up the suitcase and stood up, turning to face him.

Barclay looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips. His sparkling eyes seemed to be boasting.

He cleared his throat, his hand by his side twitching slightly. In the end, he restrained the urge to pull her into his arms. "It seems like something's still missing." én.swnovels.net

Moira was taken aback for a moment and looked at Barclay innocently. "What's missing?"

"Underwear," he replied casually.

Moira's face turned beet red. "Uh, yeah, I guess so. You can get them yourself."

It was awkward for her to handle that.

"Alright, thanks."

Barclay walked directly to the

wardrobe. He opened a drawer.

five pairs of underwear,

then placed them in the

bet

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Moira stood there, her face burning hot.

Fortunately, Barclay quickly packed the underwear and closed the suitcase properly.

Moira breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Covington, the luggage is all set. You should rest early tonight."

"Okay," he replied and escorted her out of the room.

His lowered brows concealed the smile within.

Moira hurried back to her room and leaned against the door, her heart still racing. She covered her face with her hands.

'Oh, Moira, this is so embarrassing!'

Just as the heat on her face began to subside, she heard a knock on the door.

Her heart skipped a beat as she

opened the door, replaceing

there something else?"

standing there. "Mr. Conet