She Flash-Married To His Rival

Chapter 195

Moira buried her head. "Can you please go ahead, Mr. Covington?"

She was usually quite sharp, so why did she turn into a clumsy penguin whenever she was around Barclay?

"If you keep squatting like this, you might feel dizzy when you stand up later," Barclay said.

He paused for a moment and continued, "And you're on the stairs right now. Can you guarantee that you won't faint and fall later? What's more important, saving face or your life?"

Moira stayed silent. Alright, her life was more important.

Moira decided to break the ice. She released the embrace around herself and looked up at Barclay. "Mr. Covington, do you think I'm like a clumsy penguin?"

Barclay replied, "No."

Moira secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could even fully relax, she heard him speak again. "More like a clumsy rabbit."NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Moira went speechless.

Okay, she got it. The "clumsy image" she had in front of him was not going away anytime soon.

Moira didn't want to shake off that image anymore. He thought she was clumsy, but it was better than him finding out she was coveting him. With that thought, Moira felt a bit less embarrassed.

After comforting herself, she decided to get up and go to the piano room to practice.

But as soon as she stood up, her vision blurred, her head spun, and her body swayed uncontrollably.

"Feeling dizzy?" Barclay reached out to support her, and Moira leaned on him for a moment until her vision gradually cleared and her dizziness subsided.

She lifted her head, looking at his rolling Adam's apple, and remembered the day Barclay asked her if she wanted to touch it.

As if possessed, Moira couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Covington, can I touch your Adam's apple again?"

'Moira, aren't you a little too bold?' Moira mocked herself inwardly.

Barclay asked, "Didn't you touch it last time?"

Hearing his response, Moira's audacity vanished instantly, and she quickly apologized in a fluster. "I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense." However, Barclay said, "Go ahead."

Moira thought she misheard him, subconsciously looking at him for confirmation.

He looked at her, appearing nonchalant.

Moira slowly reached out to touch it.

It felt somewhat firm yet slightly soft, and she could feel a gentle warmth beneath her fingertips.

Moira intended to retract her hand

after a brief touch, but Barclay

suddenly grabbed her wrist, "

more thorough this time, so you won't keep thinking about it.

Moira's hand trembled, and upon hearing his words, she dared not touch it again.

She felt her face burned as if it were about to explode. "I was just curious! Curious!"

Barclay teased, "Okay. Would you mind satisfying my curiosity, Ms. Jimenez?"

Moira lifted her head, meeting

straight into his gaze, which held an inexplicable mystery and a hint of

. in det

to

Her heart skipped a beat. "What are you curious about?"

He didn't speak, simply raising his index finger and touching her lips. "What flavor is this?"

Moira trembled slightly. "Isn't this a bit... inappropriate?"

A fake couple playing kissy-kissy? This didn't seem right!

"It looks like a cherry," Barclay said while staring at her. "Do you mind?"

Of course, she minded! But she had just touched his Adam's apple! Was she being too uptight now?

A kiss. Just a kiss on the lips didn't mean much in modern days, right?

Moira mentally prepared herself, gritting her teeth, and said, "I don't mind." Barclay asked, "Is that so?"

Barclay raised an eyebrow, then suddenly leaned in, their cheeks almost touching. The warm breath brushed against her face, and Moira's heart raced, her mind going blank as she instinctively closed her eyes. "Yes, I don't mind."