She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 186

When she said this, Barclay suddenly laughed.

His laughter was deep, and Moira felt waves of heat rolling over her face as she listened.

She lowered her head, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.

After laughing for a while, Barclay finally restrained his laughter. "No need to compensate."

"But..." She had scratched the sofa! A sofa worth over 600 thousand dollars!

Barclay asked, "Do you feel guilty?"

Moira nodded repeatedly. This sofa was so expensive, and she felt uneasy about damaging it.

After all, not everyone was as kind and generous as Barclay!

Barclay was truly a good person!

Barclay looked at her thoughtfully. "Can you give massages?"

Moira didn't understand why he was asking, but she answered sincerely, "Yes, a little."

Aiken tended to have headaches, so she had learned some massage techniques to help him.

Barclay added, "I didn't sleep well last night and have a headache. Would you mind giving me a massage?"

Moira immediately said, "Not at all!"

Of course not! Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!

Barclay gestured for her to begin. "Please."

As he spoke, his black eyes closed, softening his sharp features and adding a touch of refinement.

So handsome! Even with his eyes closed, he was good-looking!

Realizing what she was thinking, Moira pinched her cheek and then stood up behind him on the sofa, rubbing her hands together. "I'll start now!"

"Okay," Barclay responded, and soon he felt the soft fingertips landing on his forehead.

Moira, afraid of applying too much pressure, asked as she tried, "Is this too heavy?"

Barclay said, "No, you can press a bit harder."

Moira added some strength. "How about this?"

Barclay replied, "Very well."

Moira said, "Okay."

After that, they didn't speak again. Moira massaged for about twenty minutes until her hands started to ache a bit.

Barclay seemed to have fallen asleep. She softly called out to him, "Mr. Covington?"

No response. He must have fallen asleep.

Aiken always slept while Moira gave him a massage.

Moira felt a sense of accomplishment as she rubbed her sore fingertips and palm. She made her way back, intending to grab her phone and return to her room.

She was afraid of waking Barclay, so she deliberately moved slowly and quietly. But the more careful she was, the more likely something would go wrong.

Just as she picked up her phone and turned to leave, her stride was a bit too wide. Her left foot didn't keep up, causing her to stumble. Losing her balance, she fell straight toward Barclay.

As her face hit his chest, Moira immediately exclaimed inwardly, 'This is the second time already!'

If she were Barclay, she would surely suspect her intentions.

Filled with Barclay's scent, she lay on top of him, only one hand landing on the side, barely avoiding touching him.

"Don't you want to get up?" Barclay's deep voice sounded from above, making Moira feel utterly embarrassed.

She scrambled to get up from Barclay's body, but the more flustered she became, the more likely she was to make mistakes.

She raised her hand to leverage herself off Barclay, but when she saw his gaze, she felt extremely guilty. Losing focus for a moment, her hand slipped down, accidentally brushing against his lower abdomen.

The next second, Moira distinctly heard him grunt. "Mrs. Covington, there are certain places on a man's body that you shouldn't touch."

The next moment, her wrist was tightly grasped, pulling her "mischievous" hand away.

Moira raised her head, looking into Barclay's eyes. She was on the verge of tears. "I really wasn't trying to seduce you!"

Could he listen to her explanation?

Barclay said, "Is that so? Then I'd like to see what a real seduction looks like."

Moira went speechless.