She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 169

Bernice was not the only one who was shocked and in disbelief. Even the person involved, Moira, suspected that Cynthia's brain had been damaged by the water.

Moira wondered, 'Wasn't Cynthia going to accuse me of pushing her into the pool by putting on such a show? Isn't that how it's always written in novels and played in dramas?' Unexpectedly, Cynthia now denied that Moira was the one who harmed her and even said honestly that Moira was her savior.

Moira stood behind Barclay. For the first time in her life, she thought that she was not intelligent enough.

Cynthia put on the towel handed by someone else and glanced at Moira behind Barclay. "Moira, I'm sorry for scaring you."

The wind blew, and Cynthia sneezed. She calmed down and continued, "Hurry up and change your clothes. I'll visit you another day to thank you for helping me out tonight." With that, she turned around and left with the help of her friend.

Moira, who was mentally prepared to be framed and scolded, was now confused.

She thought, 'Is that all? Did it end just like that? And then?'

At that moment, Ashton and his younger brother had heard the news and came. They looked at Cynthia's back and then at Moira, whose hair was wet, and were a little stunned. Afraid that there would be a conflict, they had run all the way there, and even one of their shoes had been left behind in a hurry. In the end, just as they had arrived, everything was over. Was it settled properly?

Ashton reacted quickly. He asked his younger brother to lead the guests back to the banquet hall and got someone to bring Moira to change out of her dripping dress.

"Mr. Covington, Mrs. Covington, this way, please."

Most of the guests had scattered. Barclay turned around and wrapped a towel around Moira. Then, he bent down and carried her up.

Before Moira could think through Cynthia's words, she was suddenly picked up by Barclay in a daze.

She subconsciously wrapped her arms around Barclay's neck. After Barclay stepped a few steps forward with her in his arms, she finally came back to her senses. "My dress is wet..." Barclay looked down at her. "Take a shower and change it later."

"That's not what I meant."

Moira gave up explaining. Her dress was wet, and it was indeed not suitable for her to walk. Although Barclay hugging her was a little eye-catching, it was better than her walking inelegantly. She and Barclay were led to a presidential suite, and the waiter opened the door for them. "Mr. Covington, Mrs. Covington, the dress will be delivered later."

Barclay carried Moira into the bathroom. The waiter tactfully closed the door and contacted someone to send a dress over.

Moira was placed on the sink. Barclay's coat on her body was also wet.

She took it off and handed it to him in embarrassment. "You can't wear it anymore."

"Don't bother."

Barclay turned on the shower and checked the temperature of the water.

Moira sat at the sink and looked at him. Her gaze settled on Barclay's waist, and she could not help but swallow.

Barclay's waist was slender, and it also looked powerful.

Moira said inwardly, 'I must feel good if I can hug it."

When she realized what she was thinking, her face blushed in an instant.

Barclay adjusted the water temperature. "Done."

He turned around and saw the slim dress on Moira after removing the suit and towel. After soaking in the water, it clung tightly to her body, looking like a silent invitation.