She Flash-Married To His Rival by Harber Venus

As the car pulled out of the parking lot, the sky roared and raindrops the size of beans started to patter down.

Moira stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding her cup, and gazed at the dark expanse in the distance. She couldn't help but tut.

It looked like it was going to rain for the better part of the day.

After a moment of watching the rain, she finished her drink, refilled her cup at the table, and planned to head upstairs to continue practicing the piano.

But just then, she heard a noise from the foyer.

Moira paused and looked up to see Barclay walking in expressionless.

Instinctively, she called out, "Mr. Covington, you're back?"

Barclay glanced at her and then crossed the room, heading downstairs.

Moira blinked and felt that Barclay seemed a bit off today.

At that moment, Rose emerged from the kitchen. "Mrs. Covington, is Mr. Covington back?"

Moira nodded. "Yes, he's back."

"Should I prepare dinner earlier tonight?"

That was a good question!

Moira considered for a moment. "No need, you just need to stick to your usual schedule."

Rose acknowledged and went back to her tasks, leaving Moira alone.

Moira thought about Barclay's demeanor when he came in earlier. Sitting at the piano, she couldn't concentrate.

Barclay seemed to be in a rather bad mood...

"At the very least, we share the same roof. It wouldn't be right for me to be so indifferent. A few days ago, I accidentally drank a drugged drink, and he even drove me to the hospital in the middle of the night!" Moira thought.

After struggling for a while, Moira went back to her room and grabbed a few candies, clutching them in her hand as she headed downstairs.

It was her first time going down there. The basement was the entertainment area, with pool tables, table tennis, and audio-visual entertainment.

She looked around everywhere, but Barclay was nowhere to be found.

In that case, Barclay must be on the lower basement level.

Moira descended to the lower basement, finding it to be a wine cellar.

As she stepped down, she spotted Barclay sitting on the floor, sipping wine.

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He drank with an ease that suggested it was as routine as drinking water.

Moira watched for a moment before tentatively calling out, "Mr. Covington."

Barclay lifted his head, a lingering hint of hostility in his gaze. "Do you drink?" he asked.

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Pausing for a moment, she decided not to retract her words, walking over and sitting beside him.

Barclay finished the wine in his glass, then extended it toward her. "Do you mind?"

At first, Moira didn't quite catch on, but after a moment's pause, she understood his meaning. "Not at all," she replied.

At that moment, if she had said she minded, it would have hurt him.

Barclay poured her half a glass of red wine, then raised the bottle toward her glass, tapping it lightly before taking a sip.

Moira took a small sip, watched Barclay in front of her, and pondered how to comfort him.

In this regard, she truly had no experience.

Moreover, the man before her was Barclay, and the cliché ways of comfort would clearly be of no use.

As Moira hesitated and wondered if it would be too abrupt to ask him if he wanted some candy, Barclay finished the bottle of wine in his hand.

He stood up and reached for another bottle of red wine from above the wine cabinet.

As Barclay reached for the corkscrew, Moira couldn't hold back anymore. "Mr. Covington, would you like some candy?" she asked.

Barclay paused in his action of uncorking the bottle and turned to look at her.

Moira extended her right hand, palm up, revealing the three bright orange mango candies inside. "Wine doesn't taste good. Candy is sweet," sheNôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

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